Silver Werehog Novels & Stories

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

"Just making promises to myself." Her laugh was breathless but genuine. "Save the victory celebrations for after the victory, Storm." *Silver.* She'd called me Silver. Not Jace, not future Alpha, but the pack name that had once been a source of pride and then shame and was now becoming something else entirely. Recognition. Acceptance. Partnership. The next wave hit us harder than the first. Eight rogues this time, armed with military-grade silver ammunition and moving with the kind of coordination that spoke of extensive training. These weren't desperate criminals—they were professional soldiers who'd gone rogue.

He wasn’t aware of Your Silver’s real gender and even if he did, I bet he was after a rogue being tamed. Chris smiled for the first time since he raised the topic. “Then, I am insisting.” He looked at the rest of us in the room. Ray sat up, having a troubled feature. “I refuse…” “Why?” Chris hurriedly ask. “Your Silver is the only silver wolf in the whole land. What about the prophecy?” “Damn that prophecy, Ray. Your Silver is the evil in that prophecy not it’s savior!” Chris retorted. “You never see greatness till you lose it, that’s your problem!” He shouted.

I turned the word over in my mind. “A what?” I’d never heard of that word before. “A Silvery,” she repeated. “It’s a special silver weapon made by witches. They designed it to deal specifically with shifters. It’s full of dark magic and witchcraft.” “Witches?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “Yes,” Dagny nodded. “It’s not a common weapon, but it’s highly effective. Witches use SIlverys themselves to defend against shifters, like werewolves. But they’ll sell Silverys, too, for the right price.”

It was my paw when I looked down and it was… Silver. I was a silver wolf. He had questions.

“You know, I could have turned you like so many of the young boys I’ve played with in other packs. Made you want to have as much sex as you could handle but you had to yelp and scream and call attention to something that wasn’t hurting you. You got my tail busted something fierce when you were twelve. I can’t begin to tell you how many males, experimenting with homosexuality, I had taken without so much as a whimper. Yet you couldn’t even handle a long but small dildo without passing out. I begged dad for years to take you out of my room. He let you win that game. Relieved me of the torture that came from not being allowed to fondle you.To rape you.” He pauses a moment as if he’s thinking of

I nudge Silver who turns to me, “I get what’s going on halfway but you said mom’s with the nomad’s Luna right? Can you try to link her to her mate? Maybe she can- “It’s no use Heather, they might not know the poor condition she had been in before we got there but, I’ve been injected wolfsbane so I can’t really mind link anyone properly. I barely got to you” “Oh…I see. That sucks” The nomads have been fooled to think their Luna is being well looked after, not knowing she had been in a terrible state and almost lost her baby. If we don’t get to them soon then they- wait, wolfsbane?! I give him a wide-eyed look and he brings his index to his lips with a smile, "Sshhh". 'This crazy idiot'. I sco

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

Silver. It's the one thing that the scientists that created us couldn't breed out. If anything, silver is a lot worse for us. The pain, if too much, can drive us crazy. Going into a killing frenzy isn't just dangerous for those around us. It weakens us. It's easier to kill a Warhead when it's out of its mind.