Silver Crows Novels & Stories

Her expression grew grimmer with each second. "The blade pierced his lung. Silver poisoning is spreading. His wolf is trying to heal but the silver is blocking regeneration." "Can you save him?" "I don't know. The wound is severe. Even with supernatural healing, the silver poisoning might be too much." "Try. Please. He can't die. Not after everything we survived." Nurse Quickly pulled out medical supplies I didn't recognize. Vials of liquid. Syringes. Tools designed for supernatural emergencies. "This is going to hurt him. A lot. I need to extract the silver particles before they reach his heart. If he fights me, if he can't handle the pain, he'll die faster."

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”

"You are one of the rare species of silver wolves, one of the last in the world. It comes from a lineage that is known for its strength, agility, and connection to forces beyond our comprehension. My eyes widened with incredulity. "Silver wolf? But... what does that mean?" Lucas leant back in his chair; his expression was thoughtful. "The silver wolves are a legendary breed, known for their unique abilities and the rarity of their existence. Many believe they hold a connection to ancient forces, a power that goes beyond the realm of ordinary wolves. And you are one of them."

I turned the word over in my mind. “A what?” I’d never heard of that word before. “A Silvery,” she repeated. “It’s a special silver weapon made by witches. They designed it to deal specifically with shifters. It’s full of dark magic and witchcraft.” “Witches?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “Yes,” Dagny nodded. “It’s not a common weapon, but it’s highly effective. Witches use SIlverys themselves to defend against shifters, like werewolves. But they’ll sell Silverys, too, for the right price.”

No vampire has dared to come near; they are even scared of Archie. “I will keep my pace,” she said. “Okay, let’s shift and run around the woods,” Silver said. I nod my head and watch them shift. Octavia is a white wolf, and Silver is a black wolf. Their fur is so cute and sparkling, and Silver is bigger than her. They are both huge, and just one paw will cause a deadly injury. They both purred at themselves, moving closer to each other, but I stayed in their middle, my hand on their snout.

Nyra – First Person They bound me in silver as though I were something unholy. Perhaps I am. The chains were ceremonial—ancient links forged from purified moon-silver, etched with runes that glowed faintly as they brushed my skin. They wrapped around my wrists, my throat, my waist. Heavy. Cold. Final. Silver is meant to silence wolves. It burns. It poisons. It drags us to our knees and reminds us we are creatures of flesh and weakness.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

It was sad she wasn’t his mate. Your Silver being the female silver wolf like I suspected wasn’t very surprising, it was just as Jonah said, impressive. I found odd strength to leave my bed. My wolf was still howling in impression realizing that Chris will be having a stroke of his life. I couldn’t miss his expression when he sees Your Silver is a young female. She had terrorized his life so much. “We should leave for Black Hills now. Get Ralph. You are coming with us, Jake. Take care, Jonah.” I ordered, putting on my jacket.

Stella put her arms on my shoulder almost making me stumble forward. "Did you heard that one of the high ranking member of Silver Eagle's are here?" Stella asked and we nodded. "We were just talking about them?" Emma said. So, number one pack is called the Silver eagle's. Even the name is so cool But aren't they wolves? They should have choosen a name that somehow reminds you of the wolves. "You might be wondering why they are called Silver eagle's right?" Stella asked and I nodded. I hate it that she is too smart.

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.