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

It wasn't steel; it was too bright, too cold, and its presence felt like a searing, impossible wrongness. I leaned closer, my mind instantly disconnecting from the corporate environment, the Board demands, and the Logan problem. This was different. This was Pack. With meticulous care, I pinched the tiny strand between my thumb and forefinger and extracted it. It was no more than an inch long, brittle, and intricately twisted to resemble a miniature, crude knot, a gift left precisely where my body would rest. Silver. Unmistakably. The corporate noise vanished, replaced by the primal silence of the wolf detecting a fatal threat. Silver was never accidental. It wasn't contamination. It was a ta

She's not as weak as I thought, she's my mate and I couldn't see it all this while, I kept on rejecting her and fighting with her, I am a fool__ a very huge one. “I second that!!” I heard the snug voice of my wolf. I should have noticed it when my wolf reached out to me in the tent, I should have known she was the one that called him out. “Of course, she called me out, I and Silver has been communicating but you refuse to accept her!!” He replied. “Who is Silver?” I asked. “Silver is Sylvia’s wolf idiot, she's the one you always see in your dreams!!”He replied.

He wanted me to speak. Silver. The word was at the tip of my tongue, but I wasn’t sure if I should say it. It was too... obvious. But Mr. Thompson’s expectant gaze was enough to push me into speaking. “Silver?” I said, a little hesitantly. Mr. Thompson nodded. “Correct. Silver is a werewolf’s kryptonite, their main enemy. Now, Hazel, stand up and tell me, what happens when a werewolf touches silver?” “Uh… how would I know?” I stammered. “I’ve never encountered any werewolves…”

You can hear his back break as he snaps against the trunk. She slowly makes her way across the small gap to the wolf. He tries to stand up but cannot move yet. His healing ability is slower as a rogue. Once she is standing in front of him, “You dare to attack me?” she says through a mind-link. Both the rogue and I are stunned. How can she communicate with him? We are not a part of the same Pack. “Who are you?” he demands through the mind-link. “Since you are about to die, I can tell you. I am the silver wolf. We are born once every hundred years. We are among the most powerful wolves walking the earth and are direct descendants of the Moon Goddess herself,” she says coldly.

The mate bond pulsed weakly in my chest, the only thing keeping me tethered to reality. "The silver," I whispered. "It was spreading so fast. I've never seen it move like that, not even in humans. Not in an Alpha." Hunter and Alexei exchanged glances. "The blade was treated," Alexei said, his voice grim. "Weaponized silver. Designed to maximize damage." A cold weight settled in my stomach. Normal silver was dangerous to werewolves, but our bodies could eventually process it, especially Alphas with their stronger healing. Weaponized silver was something else entirely—designed to spread rapidly, to resist our natural defenses.

But again, the silver was making the process slower. He was furious would be an understatement. He was more than that. He was in his territory and someone dared to attack him, at his territory only. Could things go worse than this?! It was a direct challenge for him because he could say from the smell that the man wasn't from the North region. 'Are you okay?' Dominic asked his wolf who was affected the most by the silver. Silver always works faster and more dangerously on the wolf than the human body. It weakens the wolf which automatically slows down the healing power and eventually weakens the human body.

I tried to keep my breathing steady, but I had been taught that wolves could smell fear, so I knew it wouldn't change much. “What is your name?” He asked me and I cocked my head in confusion, having not expected that question at all. “Silver,” I said. His face twisted for a second into an expression that resembled rage but it disappeared almost immediately, and was replaced instead by a malicious smile. “Silver,” he said aloud so that the druid who was still close by could hear. “Her name is literally Silver. And you want me to spare her? Silver? Really?” At first, I wondered what was so wrong with my name but after thinking for a while, I recalled when I was told that my father had construc

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”

The carriage was now shaking and bumping on rocks, throwing Sage and I in different directions. " Darn! That hurts like hell." He yelled in pain. " Hold on, Sage. It'll be over soon." I leant across him and pulled the arrow out forcefully. " Aaaargh!! Darn it." He screamed at the top of his lungs. I stared at the arrow and noticed that it was shining silver at the tip. It's being laced with our kryptonite. Silver is very dangerous for werewolves but for a pregnant she-wolf, it becomes deadly.