Silver Fang Novels & Stories

She looked like a child caught sneaking into a graveyard, as her pale knuckles clutched her skirt. “F..five?” she whispered. “That’s not true. There are only three Bloodfang, Moonveil, Ashpaw..” “And Nightborne,” I cut in smoothly, leaning forward so the light painted half my face in shadow. “But then there’s also Silverfang, my little pup” Her throat bobbed. “That’s impossible Silverfang is… a myth. A bedtime story told to scare pups and nightborne no longer exists .” “No.” My voice was velvet over steel. “Silverfang was never a myth.. it was my blood, my birthright, my ruin. And they buried it beneath ash and lies. Shall I show you?”

He would be the most useful for my plan. I chuckled, settling on one of the empty seats in the room. I placed my leg over the other and elbowed the arms of the chair. “Well, there’s a wench beside him, and she calls herself his mate. She’s a Silverfang—an enemy pack. And Dan is ready to make her his Luna,” I revealed to them, noticing how their expressions morphed at every revelation.

"Alpha Richard, please, you need to listen to me. The Silverfangs are the ones who hurt Aria. They captured her during a raid on your territory months ago and held her prisoner. They tortured her, poisoned her with wolfsbane, and then dumped her on our border to make it look like we were responsible." "Why would they do that?" "To start a war between our packs," Damon says. "The Silverfangs want the northern territory and they knew if they could get us fighting each other, we'd be too weak to defend against them." Richard is still struggling against his betas but I can see doubt creeping into his eyes. "Show me proof." "Aria has the Silverfang prisoner brand carved into her wrist," I say. "A

I narrowed my eyes but before I asked anything, I heard his deep voice “You’ve been invited, Black.” Hearing it, my stomach tightened. I knew Cross had a secret society. And in there, his loyal followers did whatever their master asked them to do, no matter what it was. But why did he give me this invitation? Looking at my confused expression, Aiden smirked and said “Try not to disappoint us.” Then he walked away, leaving me staring at the envelope. I took it with shaking hands and looked at the stamp across the seal. It was a silver wolf head which symbolized the Cross family and there was a name written in block letters “OBSIDIAN CIRCLE”.

"I'm here to teach you to survive what's coming. Whether you keep your humanity or not... that's your choice to make." "Then teach me," Wendy said. "But don't try to make my choices for me." The marks on her skin pulsed brighter, and for a moment, her eyes flashed pure silver before returning to their normal hazel. Aria and Byrde exchanged a look over her head - worry mixed with something else. Fear, perhaps. Or recognition. "Very well," Aria said. "We'll do this your way. But remember - the silver power has its own will. And it's patient. It waited a hundred years for me to stop fighting it. It can wait for you too."

Other abilities I discovered were the ability to control elements such as air, water, fire, earth, and so on. Then on my sixteenth birthday, I developed physical enhancement like Mother did. I completely changed into a younger version of my mother. Oh, also, my Lycan is pure silver like Mother's; the only difference is mother's other half is a wolf, while mine is Lycan, but both are pure silver. I don't know why all these were passed down to me if mother, according to father, has fulfilled what was predestined of her, which landed her in a comatose state for years.

“It happened at the nightclub. I walked in. Nothing seemed shady. It was a normal club. Maybe it was just a rumor. At least that's what I thought. But I wish I never would have gone. People were looking at me weirdly, but I didn’t think much of it at first. I walked to the bar. The men sitting beside me were side-eyeing. It was starting to creep me out. “Excuse me, I’d like a margarita!” The bartender looked at me in amusement. “We don’t serve those here.” “I’ll have a Cosmopolitan then.” “Don’t have it.” “Moscow?” “Nope” “Old fashioned?” “No” What kind of bar doesn’t serve these common beverages? “What do you have then?” He eyed me up and down. “Bloody fang, Vamptini, Dark Fangroni, Blood o