Silver Claws Novels & Stories

“My visit to the north was fruitful, and I thought you should hear it directly from my lips to yours.” His words were like a trigger, pulling my eyes to his slightly open mouth. Well-played. I looked back to his eyes, my impatience meeting his immature amusement. “And?” “The Silverclaws are a wily Pack— if a Pack is what you could call them,” his eyes went up to the ceiling of the car as he contemplated the northern wolves. “More Rogue than Pack, and all a bit shiftier around the eyes than I might want from those I’d align myself with. And that’s coming from me.”

Several members gasped. “With that, she hit Miss Perl. And left a permanent scar on her face because Danielle has been hiding silver with her nail polish on 2 claws. If I see or hear of anyone carrying silver on them like this that body part will violently be removed.” I hold up one of Danielle’s hands showing everyone her bloody hand. The wounds have healed so she no longer bleeds. But she will forever be missing 2 claws. “I will not, AND I MEAN I WILL NOT ALLOW ANYONE TO CARRY SILVER WITH THE ONE PURPOSE TO COURSE HARM TO OTHER MEMBERS. And if anyone else is doing so at this moment I strongly suggest you get rid of it.”

Samantha growled as her aura flared. “Yes, Alpha!” Greg said as he kissed Penny on the head before handing her and the other pup to a kitchen worker. His mind link swept over us. He and Daren both pulled their silver teeth from their pockets and snapped them in their mouths. These were similar in fashion to Samantha’s, although these were more akin to Invisalign braces and could be removed. But, just like Samantha’s, these would stretch and mold into their wolf’s fangs; essentially coating their fangs with silver. All the titled members and elite fighters had them. This is the meaning of SilverFang.

This single act put so much distance between us as he continued to fight, but they just kept coming towards him. I looked over at Cleo’s direction, where she yelled and grunted, “It’s silver! The weapons are coated with silver.” She announced, her breathing jagged as she was being cornered by three of the hunters. But she continued to fight. I felt a hand hold me in place and then a whisper, “Don’t even think of moving, sweetheart.” It was their leader’s voice. “You are a fine one. I don’t want to have to destroy that pretty face of yours,” he said from behind me as he held my hair and pushed it to the side, exposing my neck. “Too bad you’re one of them,” he uttered in disgust.

I shot back before clasping my hands. I was annoyed by this back-and-forth, but it was necessary. So, I offered, "I'm giving you the Silver Claw I possess in exchange." Lucas was stunned. "What?" I nodded, satisfied by the look of shock on his face. The Silver Claw was an artefact I found and kept as leverage over Lucas. I knew he needed it to investigate a crime in his pack, but I didn't reveal it all this while, so I could keep it as leverage over him. Anyway, It was of no use to me, so I would rather use it to get Raven's freedom.

However, it wasn't until she was on the stairs that Chloe caught a glimpse of these so-called important guests. There were five of them in total from what she could see. Four males and one female. The aura they exuded suggested they were high ranking wolves but not from around these parts. One of the males and the female had similar features including thick dark brown hair, black eyes and bronzed skin that was pulled over taut muscles. Another one of the males had sandy blonde hair cut close to the scalp and green eyes. His skin was golden like he spent a lot of time in the sun; however the scar that peeked out from under the V of his shirt suggested he was also a fighter. He was muttering t

My father had a solemn expression on his face, and my heart clenched with anticipation as he reached for a small, ornate box placed on the antique desk. With a deep breath, my father opened the box, revealing a breathtaking sight—the Silvermoon Clan Alpha's insignia. It was a piece of remarkable craftsmanship, made of pure silver, intricately designed to showcase the clan's symbol—the moon, with every detail etched with precision and care. The insignia held immense significance within our clan, a symbol of honor, authority, and responsibility.

Temporary perhaps but useful. Before I could answer, another voice entered smoothly. “I was wondering when this conversation would happen.” I turned sharply to the sight of Clara. The Silvermoon Luna approached us gracefully, silver fabric trailing behind her like moonlight over ice. Her expression was calm. Cassius looked mildly amused by her arrival. I stared at her coldly. “What do you want?” Clara’s gaze shifted briefly toward Alicia across the hall, then back to me. “The same thing you do.” I almost laughed.

Carla said hurriedly before he could finish, though she knew what was coming. Hera Diamonds was the only company left that had not terminated their contract with her since her scandal began and that was because she knew and had helped the CEO in the past. When Hera was just coming up and they needed a brand endorser, no popular celebrity or model wanted to endorse their jewelry but she had stood up and had chosen them out of so many endorsements she was offered then.

Dad shakes his head. “What about silver dragons,” asks dad. “You said to read about the six different types of dragons,” says Owen. “I said there are six different types aside from the silver dragons,” dad says with an annoyed look on his face. “I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother