Silver Hand Novels & Stories

---- Silverfang Pack--Alpha Carlo’s Throne Room The throne room of Silverfang reeked of blood, musk, and dominance. Alpha Carlo—the Terror of the SOUH—sat motionless upon his massive throne carved from black pearls, bleached bones, and the cured skins of long-dead slaves. His presence alone bent the air. One heavy arm rested against the throne’s edge, rings glinting like sharpened claws, his golden eyes half-lidded as though bored by existence itself. Below him, several elders sat stiffly, their voices reduced to cautious whispers. No one ever raised their voice in Carlo’s presence unless they wished to lose it—along with their tongue.

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?

Finally someone I can control. © copyright Salem Silver G

she said. Aetos blinked a couple of times. He was confused as he doesn’t understand anything. It was like he was been played and messed up but he can't do anything. "Just what then hell have happened?" he muttered to himself and walked away. One thing about Silver is that, she has the gift of her voice. And only Lupus knows about that. She can make anyone do what she wants as long as they have even a tiny bit of interest, respect, affection and desire for her.

Looking at Silver, we all heard Selene. “If it pleases you to learn a truth, then a secret shall be revealed. If not until the death of Sally, shall you all remain in strange.” Alpha Milo looked at Selene with curiosity, and he was a firm man with his choices, which didn’t surprise me as he answered in a strong tone. “Reveal to us what you hide. We have had enough surprises, Selene,” he held the woman by his side while the other remained behind them. “As you wish, Silver is within Gold, as Gold is working Silver, each has a task with their mates that hold their rivals body, to learn what they truly deserve from each other.”

his voice was in my head as he banged on the door I carefully opened the door to see Erik standing directly on the other side. Holding my hands up to him “I think I was chained” Erik took my hands in his, running his fingers over the scars “I thought as much when we found you, my guess is silver” “Silver?” “It sears our skin, it can be used to prevent wolves from escaping and preventing them from shifting into their wolf form, do you remember anything else?” “Yellow eyes, hundreds of them” I frown trying to recall the nightmares as they began to fade.

he said, laying me on the ground softly; the panic in his eyes was red hot. “It's the silver fire… you haven't learned to control it yet…” “What's the silver fire?” I asked innocently, gasping for breath. He placed his hand on my chest, trying to calm me down. “Just breathe…” he smiled. “The silver fire is an ancient power that can erase things from existence. Lila, listen to me…” he grabbed my cheek firmly. “You're no longer a girl; get that into your head. You're now a weapon of immense power…”

With the speed of a viper, Serefy reached out and grabbed Floreighn’s wrist, yanking the sleeve up. "Let go!" Floreighn cried out, but it was too late. The blackened, weeping ring of a Silver-Burn was exposed to the light. The hall went silent. Alpha Kenneally stood up, his chair screeching against the stone. "Silver?" the Alpha roared. "Only high-rank warriors or hunters carry silver. Floreighn, who did this to you?"

It wasn’t macho; it was math. Silver came later, in a windowless room with a table and a locked case, not as a thrill but as a lecture with props. With a gloved hand, Todd laid a handful of objects on a cloth—cutlery, jewelry, a small bar that looked like nothing—and told me the truth: how silver bites wolves, why it does, what it represents to them, and how it turns from defense to cruelty faster than you think if you wield it like a fantasy. He let me hold the bar with gloves, feel the wrong chill of it, then put it away. “Last resort,” he said. “The line that ruins a dinner table if you cross it for sport.” I nodded. I got it. Some power you respect by not touching.

"How do I know you're not lying to me?" "You don't." She shrugged. "Do I have your compliance?" She made it as if she wanted to remove them and I held my breath. "Fine." With my consent, I was shocked when she just grabbed the chains in her bare hands and tore them from my body in one fell swoop. I'm unable to close my mouth as I lay there stunned, trying to comprehend what just happened. Who is she? What is she?! Silver is a harmful metal to werewolves and one we steered clear of, and for her to just grab it and break it without flinching made chills run down my spine.