Silver Crows Novels & Stories

Not silver. Crimson. And they were smiling.

I shrugged. “Very rare. Rarest of rare. They are known to be created by the Moon Goddess’s blood itself. No one has been lucky enough to see one, but if you have, consider yourself immensely lucky. Just like white wolves, silver wolves also represent good omen, peace, fertility, but also immense power, healing and magic. If someone is blessed with a silver wolf, which hardly ever happens, then it's assumed that he or she is sent by the Moon Goddess herself for something greater, to heal.” Ruby answered. “Oh fuck,” Mac hissed while I stood there, speechless.

She's an intimidating force, her fur a radiant, almost luminescent white, her eyes a piercing ice blue—she's the epitome of elegance but with the ferocity of a warrior. I give in and transform, feeling my bones rearrange themselves in a symphony of strength and power. As Silver, I let out a howl that resonates like an ethereal war cry, vibrating the very air around us. The Lycan and wolf troops answer back, their roars and howls uniting in a crescendo of impending victory.

We’re going to shift and hunt with her. Silver’s wolf is flawed, just as she is. Her fur is the tone of her natural eye color; sky-blue. She’s huge for a shifter wolf and has silver wings that span out a couple of yards in each direction. A silver crescent moon shines brightly on her forehead between her orbs, which hold all three hues-blue, silver and gold. ‘Even her wolf is an ugly freak of nature! Stand down, damn it! She’s not our mate! You better not do anything to embarrass the shit out of me! I would never accept that abomination as my mate!’

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

“What other identity do you have? You are a human, you are the medallion keeper and now, you are a witch!” Silver sighed. “I'm a thousand years old. I know a little bit of everything except scent masking because I don't want to be associated with Leo.” Silver still did not forget to give Leo a shade. “Wait! If you were a witch, that meant you could have broken this technique without even making us doubt each other? What was your plan?” Sarah said, her eyes narrowed down suspiciously. Her questions were well founded, I was just about to ask the same thing.

Adrian swung his gun toward the stairwell. “Strike squad! They’ve found us!” Dozens of shadows surged upward hunters in silver armor, moving too fast and, too precise to be human. Crowe tilted his head slightly, silver light flashing in his eyes. “Not mine. They’re Silver Hounds bio-soldiers bred by Dr. Alaric.” Evelyn sprang up, thumbed the safety, and let three rapid rounds fly. One creature toppled, but instead of red the blood shimmered silver, hissing as it slicked across the concrete.

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s

Gadgil showed the silver follicle to Sherlock. Some other agents came along to inspect it. “According to the scanners, this silver hair is also producing similar readings as that piece of rock.” “How strange.” Sherlock started to become intrigued by the silver hair. He placed the strand into a transparent vial which he put into another device for further analysis. The result showed the atomic composite as well as a mixed DNA helix relative to a bipedal creature. “What did you find, professor?” Inquired a curious agent. “Do you think the strand came from one of the cattle?”