Silver Werehog Novels & Stories

Leiah said, rubbing her shoulders. I nodded. The whole attack was a blur. I recalled their surprised faces. They all tried to fight back. The worst part of that attack was the silver. The warehouse had a bunch of scraps in it. I think the rogues weren’t aware there was silver in the room. I was drawn to the silver metal piece like a moth to a flame. It didn’t burn me the way it did to the other wolves. I believed it was a sign my Hunter side was stronger than my wolf.

The Middle Rogue looked down at Amelia and asked. "I'm not Luna, you caught the wrong person. Also, I don't know the whole plan of the Pack Alliance." Amelia turned into a human and sat on the ground weakly and replied. "Haha, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it, I have a way to get you to open your mouth." Immediately afterward, The Middle Rogue pulled a silver whip out of nowhere and hit Amelia's naked body with a slap. "Ah!" Silver is a very deadly thing to a werewolf. So, when she was tied with silver chains and whipped with silver whips, Amelia couldn't help crying out in pain.

“Relax pretty boy, no one is going to hurt you. I will explain everything you’ve just seen.” “Explain?” I shrieked. “Explain what? That Logan is an animal and Kayla is a vampire and you are…what are you?” “A wolf is what I am. And yes Kayla is a vampire.” Silver reached into her tight jeans and pulled out a small transparent box which she tossed at Kayla. It contained green contacts. Everything fell into place. Her eyes. I always thought they were strange but then again I never thought too much about them because my hormones were on a rampage the few times I spoke with her.

Silver trading was a major source of income in the werewolf world. Alpha Todd was wise, and he knew that this resource could become a source of misery for his pack. He knew how power-drunk people could be. Alpha Todd had to kill his own friend, his Beta, when he found out he was plotting against him. His friend's reason was that he was not monetizing their resources well. Alpha Todd knew all the ways he could make money off Silver, but he was a man that valued his peace of mind and family above all.

Hale stated. “See!” River exclaimed. “However, many hybrids are affected by silver as well. It’s not as deadly to them, but it can be harmful. So having silver around would put you and Sage in danger.” Hale explained. River and Sage pouted. “That explains a lot. I thought it was weird that they would have a silver allergy. I used to have a silver locket, and as babies, they tried to chew on it, resulting in a rash on their hands and their lips swell.” I blinked as it all now made sense.

Silver, a large grey wolf who is the leader of the pack, convened a meeting of the other members of the pack in order for them to discuss the next actions that they ought to take. In the phrase "we need to be on high alert," Silver is the one who drew everyone's attention to the fact that "we need to be on high alert." We have no idea what this spy is trying to accomplish, but we cannot allow them to engage in any activity that would put our pack in jeopardy.

Using the momentum of her hips, she drove the blade deep into the rogue's body. It was a custom self-defense dagger, its core packed with high-purity liquid silver. Squelch—! "AAAGH!!!" "You bitch!" The rogue never expected Elena to be carrying a silver weapon—a literal death sentence for a werewolf. Stabbed through the shoulder and his femoral artery, the liquid silver began searing his blood. He collapsed to the floor, let out a gut-wrenching scream. The second rogue let out a roar, his eyes turning bloodshot. Like a rabid beast, he lunged forward to help his partner.

Silver had an apologetic expression on its face as it made its way to the other 11 beasts that stood beneath the tree. Hildegarde had mentioned before that it was remarkable for a beast that was cut off from the outside world to understand human speech so well. Mane had wondered about that, and he was sure that Lily who was just as bright and curious as he, had similar questions. Yet none of them could had the answers and had just let them be. Since Silver couldn’t talk they just let it slide. But now they knew why. Silver was a trickster. It was likely that it had led many humans to this very place, and over time it had picked up the human language. Why were Mane and Lily so certain of thei

With that thought in mind I crouch, focusing on the center of the bars and leap forward, feeling triumphant until I touched the metal that greet me and howl with pain. Silver. Of course the bars would be silver; it sadly is the Kryptonite to us werewolves. Silver is the only way to keep us locked inside the stupid cages or to harm us in any way, even kill us sadly. Many Hunters who know of the supernatural races use silver to harm us and even kill us for rewards. It is something we feared – vampires, witch, fae and werewolves alike.

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.