Silver Death Novels & Stories

<”I, Jackson Hill, challenge you, Sam Silver of Silvery Blood to a fight for the alpha title! His opposition stood there, he didn’t seem surprised and instead smirked. “Sorry. My name is Samuel Tidden, Alpha Pro Tempore of Silvery Blood. Elite warrior ranked 10th in SilverFang. The only one able to take my position is my alpha. Alpha Sam Silver of SilverFang.”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

He began experiencing the palpitations of a lifetime. ‘Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump!’ “Amich… he’s in danger!” The audible cries of Amich’s heart were somehow comprehended by Silvia who had just finished stuffing a grimoire back in her bag at the slope. She instinctively knew that death was about to grasp her brother’s soul and send him back to his designated timeline. Of course, she couldn’t allow this atrocity to happen, not to her only brother.

"For every family, only one member can be a silver werewolf, and the rest are ordinary. And if two or more than that exist, the last born in the family will die. And they saved you, Gwen. Your sister agreed to surrender her blood to the enemy with a promise to go far away, so she can never cure anyone and never let blood trickle down because if you did, it would haunt your sister. A promise is a promise."

But I didn't expect one of them to punch Jeremy in the face and the other to stab him with a silver dagger. Silver is poison to our kind. If the silver isn't removed from our body, the victim can die within minutes or seconds. We're just humans when silver doesn't penetrate. I screamed at the attack. I saw Jeremy writhing in pain and falling to his knees. Drops of blood fell, and I heard his insults towards the thugs. "Dana, run!" Jeremy told me.

“And yet, it does.” Sira’s fingers tightened around her staff. The crystals embedded in it flickered once more, but this time the light that bloomed within them was not blue it was silver. She dropped her gaze to her hand, horror flickering across her face. The Citadel’s pulse was now moving through her.

“You’ve ever received a bomb job? Because if you touch me again, I’d—” “Enough!” Kendrick turned to Silver. “I want my nephew’s body, here and now.” Silver patted Mortis, the canine headbutting his palm. He used to do that to me, back then. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. The earlier you transfer my thirty-billion dollars for the damages, and leave my property, the better,” Silver growled. “In your dreams,” I growled back. “Give me Kai’s body along with Queen Bee, or I’d burn this place to the ground.”

“Relax. You’ll figure it out. Instinct, boy. That’s all it takes. Just grab her and—” “Don’t.” The word slipped out before Xavier could catch it. Quiet. Measured. But final. Dorian blinked. Then, surprisingly, smiled. “Ah. So you do have a bite in there somewhere.” He turned and walked off, whistling. “Just make sure it’s her throat you sink it into, not mine.” Xavier stood alone again. The wind had picked up. The trees below swayed like they were bowing to something larger than themselves. He hated this.

Silver Dust? My hand froze in mid-air. "Good. Keep giving her the injections. Double the dose. She can't get her wolf back, not until Selene completes the succession and claims her birthright as Alpha of the Red Fang pack." That was Kael's voice. My mate. My Alpha. "But Alpha, prolonged exposure to Silver Dust will shatter her wolf's soul…" "I said, keep injecting her! She thinks it’s Lunar Essence to help her recover. She’ll never suspect a thing."

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.