Silver Werehog Novels & Stories

Dorian almost smiles, the way warriors do when they speak of a legend they half don't believe in. "They call this one the Silver. The story goes that it's never lost a hunt. Came out of nowhere five years back and started bringing down whole rogue packs single-handed. Some of the younger warriors don't think it's a real wolf at all. Think it's a tale the King tells to keep the borders honest." "The Silver," I repeat, and file it away beside everything else I can't afford to feel tonight.

I said, and I turned my horse around to look at the large, tarp-covered wagons that were parked at the very back of our formation. I signaled for the drivers to pull the wagons forward, and as the heavy wheels groaned against the rocky path, a group of men wearing white and silver armor stepped out from the shadows of the trees. They weren't wolves, and they didn't have the scent of any shifter I had ever met, because they were members of the Silver Order, the fanatical vampire hunters who spent their lives tracking down monsters like the Huntress. They looked out of place in a wolf war, but they had the technology I needed to deal with a hybrid, and I had paid them a small fortune in gold a

silver said trying so hard not to think negative. . . .

Damien rolled down his window at that threat. “Hello, friend,” he said smoothly, “That won’t be necessary today. We are on our way to Silver Tower, and I can make a quick call to sort this out.” Damien pulled a flat rectangular screen about the size of my hand from a concealed space next to him. “And, as I’m sure you know, silver only works on wolves from the South, not the North. It would sting and make us angry…” he trailed off.

Gadgil showed the silver follicle to Sherlock. Some other agents came along to inspect it. “According to the scanners, this silver hair is also producing similar readings as that piece of rock.” “How strange.” Sherlock started to become intrigued by the silver hair. He placed the strand into a transparent vial which he put into another device for further analysis. The result showed the atomic composite as well as a mixed DNA helix relative to a bipedal creature. “What did you find, professor?” Inquired a curious agent. “Do you think the strand came from one of the cattle?”

As I lay dying, the last thing he said to me was, "Next time, don't take the silver arrow for me." So our thirty years together were nothing more than his way of repaying the debt he felt he owed me for my wolf. A debt that suffocated him, one he was desperate to escape. Since I have a second chance, I will not get entangled with him again. But before that, the damned ambush is still waiting for us. This time, I will change all of our fates.

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

Carla said hurriedly before he could finish, though she knew what was coming. Hera Diamonds was the only company left that had not terminated their contract with her since her scandal began and that was because she knew and had helped the CEO in the past. When Hera was just coming up and they needed a brand endorser, no popular celebrity or model wanted to endorse their jewelry but she had stood up and had chosen them out of so many endorsements she was offered then.

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.