Silver Werehog Novels & Stories

“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.”

He was tall—easily 6'5"—with hair so dark it swallowed the light and features so sharp they looked sculpted from granite. The air around him shimmered with suppressed power, the kind that didn't need to be displayed to be understood. ​ As I approached the table with a tray of fresh bacon, keeping my gaze locked on the tablecloth, a sudden, almost physical force slammed into me. It wasn't Kael's power, but something deeper, a jolt that went straight to my core. The bacon grease sizzled, and I nearly dropped the heavy tray. ​ I flinched, my eyes snapping up just for a second, to locate the danger. ​ And I looked right into his eyes. ​ They were a piercing, crystalline silver—the color of the m

"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."

his wolf proudly said. "You are a coward. You went here to fight me with that silver in your claw. You know it will make werewolves weak," I told him. "And eventually, it will kill you, Hector. Silver is a poison to werewolves," he declared. "So this is how you killed my brothers. With that silver you have. Very funny. If not because of that silver, you will be the biggest loser. You will be afraid for sure to fight me, if without that silver," I replied. I want to piss him off. I want to break his focus. That is the only thing I can think of to defeat him.

This silver had been created by humans, extracting the purest metal from nature to exterminate us. My beta, the most loyal of my wolves, was by my side, expressing a mix of concern and determination. He mentioned how humans were advancing, polluting the forest, and how the disease had already afflicted some wolves by feeding on contaminated animals. But my infection was unique, an inexplicable anomaly that only heightened the urgency of the situation. I had been injured in the final battle with my brother, a silver-tipped dagger pierced my chest. Unfortunately, it was the specific type of silver most harmful to wolves. Despite the goddess bringing me back, no one expected the bacteria to lod