Silver Fang Novels & Stories

“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

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.

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

Dad shakes his head. “What about silver dragons,” asks dad. “You said to read about the six different types of dragons,” says Owen. “I said there are six different types aside from the silver dragons,” dad says with an annoyed look on his face. “I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother

She says grinning. I pant. My breath coming in fast. The remnants of the silver still burning my wound. “Fuck you” I mutter. “Not in this lifetime. Now onto more important matters…” I switch off when I feel something unfamiliar rising up inside me. I focus on the feeling trying to determine what it is. I recognize it. It was fear but it wasn’t mine. “Fang?” He raises his head up. He was weak but not that weak. As a dominant wolf, silver didn’t affect him much compared to other wolves.

“A nomadic pack? That’s rare.” “It is,” Theo agreed. “But it’s what keeps them alive. The Silver Fang pack has managed to avoid conflict by never staying in one place for too long. They’re hard to track, and even harder to corner. If you ever need information, Yuki is the one to go to, but don’t expect her to give it away for free.”

Lívia swallowed hard. For the first time, fear showed in her green eyes. “You wouldn’t do that. I am Silverfang. Ancient bloodline. You kill me and you lose everything. Allies. Power. The entire pack.” Adrian squeezed lightly. Just enough for her to feel his claws grazing her skin. “I lose everything except him,” he said simply. “And he is worth more than all of it.” He released her. Took a step back. Lívia brought her hand to her neck, touching the light red marks his nails had left.

I opened my massive jaws, showing off rows of long, silver fangs that could crush a warrior's skull like a ripe piece of fruit, my chest expanding with a savage, primitive pride. "This is what I was born for," I growled, lifting my massive head to look toward the surface. "The Silverfang crown was always meant to be mine." A sudden, violent spasm ripped through the center of my chest, a sharp, icy needle of pain that made my front legs buckle instantly, my heavy chin slamming hard into the muddy bank of the pool. I gasped, a hot, choking gush of dark blood bubbling past my silver teeth, staining the pristine white gravel beneath my paws. The stolen platinum ri

Bone knives. One stepped forward. Female. Her face was carved in scars. Her eyes… were silver. Like Logan’s. Like Link’s. “Child of the Flame,” she said, voice like smoke. “We have waited since the First Moon. Since your mother fled. Since your bloodline was hidden beneath ash.” “What do you want?” I demanded. She smiled. And I hated it. “To worship you. To awaken what sleeps. To prepare the child.” I stepped forward, power coiling up my spine like a whip.

I was trying to see the path he was carving with his words. But he? He was... enjoying it. He lowered his head and let out a deep chuckle that sent shivers running down my spine. There was something so... evil about it, so dead that it caused the hair on my skin to stand. "The SilverFang pack is still yours to dominate, to rule, to take charge of. And you have another chance of life to take back what is yours," "You tried to kill me," I spoke through gritted teeth. My tone was hoarse, and my jaws were tightly clenched. Speaking those words only seemed to make me feel the pain and depth of that sword going down my skin.