Silver Werehog Novels & Stories

And she hadn't just shifted in front of the whole region, she had hypnotized the crowd, even the most powerful being, like the sage, had been hypnotized by her wolf. A Silver Wolf! I had never seen a silver wolf before. When I was young, my father told us that silver wolves were even rarer than white wolves. According to him, they were wolves of prophecy, considered harbingers of chaos and upheaval, so why did the sage and every other person come into her spell? Why did everyone bow to her? I stood up from the floor, holding my wrist which had been burned by her witchcraft, or whatever she was. I was still shaken up and the wound from the burn had begun to close up, but not as fast as I woul

“If you end up not teaching me how you made these—” “Calm down tigress,” he shoves his floppy onyx hair off his forehead with a chuckle. “You know I don't go back on my word.” “You better not. You are too handsome for me to chop and mash you into dog food for Silver.” Silver is Rhia's German Shepherd. Huge with fluffy silver fur with sparses of faint black strands. That pet of hers can smell a fading scent as far as six hundred paces away from a single spot.

If it’s not Matrix, then they are in attendance tonight. “Silver as always I see.” King Alexander states with dissatisfaction, his hatred towards me evident in his eyes. He hates that only I inherited the immunity of silver while he cannot touch it without burning his skin. I keep my face a mask of calm not wanting to cause a commotion today with what awaits me later. Silver is the kryptonite of wolves. A metal used to kill us during the witch hunts for many years and is still used to this day by hunters. After my mother watched in horror the night I found the moon stone necklace in the middle of a moon flower meadow and placed the silver chain around my neck, she realized that the metal did

Camila said, and it sounded similar to what Nightshade had told him. "What does this mean?" He asked her, sounding a bit impatient. He had hoped his session would go like Meadow's and something spectacular would happen, but clearly, his case was as ordinary as they get. "I have dealt with two patients like you before. They both suffered silver poisoning that caused their wolves not to surface." She said and sighed. What she was about to tell him was a bit far-fetched, but she chose to say it anyway. "These patients had silver in their system, so their bodies did not recover. Their wolves could not come out because of the presence of silver in the bloodstream. We had to hospitalise them to wa

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Silver can be tested. It can be detected. They’ll know what it is.” I ran my hands through my hair, panic flooding me. “They’ll trace it back. They’ll know someone is targeting her.” “Calm down,” he said. “It’s not ordinary. No one can detect it.” “No one?” I snapped. “Well,” he hesitated. “No one except...” “Except what?” I yelled. “Speak!” “Except a hyperactive and aggressive wolf.” The words dropped like a bomb, my breath left me in one sharp gasp.

Fenris said Andre was still skeptical. Fenris ignored him and continued to speak. He had to get Andre to understand the danger that they were in. "Through trial and error, they found one of our weaknesses. They found that silver was toxic for us." Fenris said. Andre raised a brow. "I don't understand. Silver is outlawed everywhere. It was cleared from everywhere centuries ago." Andre said. "Even if they discovered that silver was dangerous to us, they would not have any way to get enough to make a difference." Andre debated. Fenris shook his head again. "Silver is not to be found here, but it is found in abundance in the human world." Fenris said. "They are immune to it, so they can form it

She cries out, body contorting, the light around her squeezing tighter, like it means to wring the life from her bones. Inside me, my wolf thrashes against my ribs, panic and rage burning together. Fix it. The demand pulses through my blood, primal and fierce. “I’m trying,” I rasp, lungs raw, reaching for the silver. It flickers in the air, lurid and alive, surging forward—only to freeze, trembling midair. It doesn’t wait for my command. It waits for something deeper, something older. Judgment.

Damian stood there, his eyes wide with shock. "What the hell are you?" he breathed. I looked at him, and I knew my eyes were blazing silver, I knew I looked like something otherworldly. Something powerful. Something dangerous. "I'm done being weak," I said, and my voice carried a double tone, mine and my wolf's combined. "I'm done being used. And I'm done running." The silver light pulsed through my veins like lightning, like moonlight made solid. "They want a war?" I smiled, and it wasn't a kind smile. "Then let's give them one.”

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.

<”I, Jackson Hill, challenge you, Sam Silver of Silvery Blood to a fight for the alpha title! His opposition stood there, he didn’t seem surprised and instead smirked. “Sorry. My name is Samuel Tidden, Alpha Pro Tempore of Silvery Blood. Elite warrior ranked 10th in SilverFang. The only one able to take my position is my alpha. Alpha Sam Silver of SilverFang.”