Silver Fang Novels & Stories

Silver I was dormant. I was supposed to be immune. After years and years of being tortured using silver, my body had grown used to it. It was injected into my bloodstream, and I had even been whipped with silver chains more times than I could count. As the years passed by, the more silver was used on me, the more my wolf receded until I was practically immune, until my wolf was dead within me. But Hera is awake now, fully awake, and the silver recognises her, hates her, punishes her.

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

I swear my voice did not just squeak. "I will take care of you later, young lady." Cecily wagged her finger before turning back to The Moor. She placed her hands on her hips. "Prove it." I moved my foot around searching for the quicksand. I planned to dive in headfirst if it was there. "I do not turn into a bat, ma'am, but I can flash to another location if that will ease your mind." Cecily shook her head. "No, I want to see fangs."

A single figure emerged. She was tall, her frame strong but graceful, her hair a mane of black threaded with silver. Her eyes glowed bright amber, piercing through Kaelen as if stripping him bare. She wore no armor, only a cloak of fur across her shoulders, and her hands ended in claws that gleamed faintly in the dim light. “You walk dangerous ground, elf,” she said, her voice a growl tempered with authority. Then her gaze shifted to Kaelen, lingering on the faint glow beneath his skin. “And you bring with you the fire.”

“You think you are. But turning isn’t like flipping a switch. It changes everything. The way you see the world. The way it sees you.” “Then show me.” He hesitated. She stepped closer. “If I’m marked, if I’m hunted then I need to be able to fight back.” Kael reached into his coat and pulled out a small silver dagger. Its handle was carved bone; the blade etched with runes. “This is called a moon fang. Forged in pact fire. Used for ritual awakenings.” She stared at it. “You’re saying I can just... cut myself and become one of you?”

“You’re a lone wolf holding yourself together with duct tape and grit. But your wolf’s restless. It’s only a matter of time.” I hate how accurate that is. Worse, I hate that he noticed. “How would you know what my wolf feels like?” He tilts his head like the answer’s obvious. “Because I’m an alpha.” I stare. “You’re a long way from your pack,” I say carefully. He smiles again. Dry. Subtle. “Silver Fang doesn’t tie its alphas down. We travel when we need to.” My stomach flips. Silver Fang. One of the most feared and respected packs in the region. Neutral. Deadly. Led by ghosts more than men.

Heat crept up my neck. “Why are you here?” she demanded. “And don’t insult us by lying.” “I just wanted to—” I started. She stepped closer, invading my space. I could feel her dominance pressing down on me, thick and suffocating. “You’re Silverfang,” she said. “I can smell it on you. So what is a Silverfang wolf doing in rogue territory?” “I’m not with them anymore,” I said. “I ran away.” For a second, the field was silent.

He left before he did something stupid. That night, the Forgotten hit a bigger target— an underground fight club the Crimson Shadows used to make money and recruit. Kael led the raid. Kira and five others with him. It went perfect at first. Guards down. Cash taken. A message left in blood on the wall: The Silverfang lives. As they slipped out the back, floodlights snapped on. Ambush. Twenty Crimson Shadow fighters poured in, guns ready. Someone had tipped them off. Kael shifted fast—full wolf this time, silver fur glowing.

Finn let out a sound that wasn’t human. Lucian smiled slowly. “Oh, that will hurt him.” Finn *****The Silverfire***** I couldn’t breathe. Their fear was flooding me. Tiny heartbeats. Small paws. Screaming….. “Stop it!” I shouted to the sky. Power burst from my skin in waves of silver. The ash lifted. The smoke cleared. For one moment… I could see Silverfang as it had been. Then it shattered. Elena grabbed my shoulders. “Finn, you’re doing this.”

Since the river last night, when even the quiet between them had felt like sparks waiting for ignition. But hearing the word… Hearing that word internally… It changed everything. “Kalen?” Rowan asked, brow raised. “Are you listening?” “No,” Kalen said bluntly. “Say it again.” Rowan sighed, exasperated. “I said Silverpine wants to renegotiate the agreement. Nightclaw follows. Then Crescent Fang—” That name punched through his ribs. The wolf leapt. Crescent Fang. Mate. Go. To. Mate. No.