Silver Shadows Novels & Stories

Silver was strictly forbidden in ritual pack combat, it was a lethal toxin, a weapon of cowards. The silver blade missed my throat by a fraction of an inch, but the sheer proximity of the metal sent a wave of burning, nauseating sickness through my veins. I stumbled backward, my vision blurring instantly as the toxic radiation of the silver reacted with my wolf. Diamond roared in agony inside my skull, paralyzed by the mere presence of the metal, leaving my human muscles weak and trembling in the oppressive summer heat. "Die, you parasitic bitch," Nahash screamed, her eyes completely manic as she drove the silver dagger forward again, aiming straight for my heart.

The marking was complete, the oaths were sworn, and the moon was our witness. Adrian turned us toward the pack, raising our joined hands high into the air. "The Luna of Silver Fang!" he roared. The forest erupted. Thousands of wolves shifted in a single, fluid motion, their silver and gray furs reflecting the moonlight as they threw their heads back and howled. The sound was ancient and powerful, a song of loyalty and celebration that shook the very ground beneath our feet.

Silver still had a fearful light in his lights “They always say everyone has two sides, the side that can turn insane at the drop of the heart and the side that can reason and think.” Silver scoffed slightly. “Your mother had three sides to herself, an insane side, a good side and an immortal one.” “She was a half werewolf, half spirit being. I could see it, the wings that ripped out from her back as she transformed into a white wolf.” “The only flaw to this beauty was the dark streaks that crisscrossed her body.” Silver shook his head. “I later found out after she bit me that those black strips were the last consciousnesses of the harbinger of death.”

“Silver paid in coin. Silver pays in blood. Silver Fang.” A murmur rippled through Shadow Pack’s warriors. Ryder’s jaw flexed, his rage coiling tighter. He had suspected Silver Fang’s hand in the growing unrest, but hearing it confirmed sent a storm through the night. Crystal stepped closer, her firelight spilling across the prisoner’s face. “Silver Fang does not work alone.” Her voice was sharp, steady. She could feel it… the oily, suffocating trace of something darker clinging to the rogues minds. It was faint, but familiar. Shadows she had felt in Greenwood, and Weeping Valley.

My spine lengthened. My shoulders broadened violently. The pain was unbearable. And yet my wolf welcomed it. Because this wasn’t just a shift. It was something else. Something ancient. Something powerful. Fur spread across my chest and neck. But it wasn’t dark like most wolves. It gleamed pale beneath the moonlight. Silver. Bright. Almost glowing. Aisha stared in disbelief. “She’s… silver.” Zira stepped back slowly. “Silver wolves only exist in legends.” Krager’s expression had gone completely still.

The city burned. Silver More, once a kingdom of marble spires and moonlit banners, was shrouded in smoke and shadow. The rift in the heavens had widened, bleeding starlight and darkness in equal measure. Cracks of raw magic split the streets, leaving jagged scars across stone and earth. And in the midst of it all stood Maelor—silver wolf, shadowed titan, his fur rippling with threads of black fire. His laughter shook the foundations of the palace itself.

, 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.

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

Nate gave me a reassuring smile before following to ensure proper procedures were followed. I sat on the wooden swing outside my door, watching snowflakes melt on my fingertips. My communication crystal vibrated. A message from an unknown sender appeared: "Think you've won, Isabelle? I'm carrying Karl's pup. Your victory is temporary." I laughed bitterly and deactivated the crystal. Natalie was both foolish and pitiful, sacrificing everything for a wolf with no loyalty. I removed the small red box from my pocket that Karl had left. Inside was indeed a ring—the first one he had ever given me.

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.