Silver Werehog Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Well, that is because he is the only one that has the power to control a newbie from going rampage and also, after the change, bonds with the newbie to become an official member of the pack. Well, as you can tell, since the alpha wasn't there with me that night, I am not officially part of the pack. So no one could guess I have a wolf. One thing also, my wolf's color is silver, like literally silver. It was never heard of that a silver wolf exists or existed before, so I dare not tell anyone about it. I splash water on my face once more before quickly doing my morning routines and going upstairs to the pack's kitchen to prepare meals for the whole pack. After that, I cleaned the whole mansio

SKY He’s made his choice, and it’s me. Sky Silver. The Silver Moon Pack’s outcast, and the strongest one among them, if I’m being honest. It feels strange being trapped inside this glowing orb, watching the Silver Moon wolves slam into it again and again, unable to break through. Aunt Selene is talking somewhere behind me, but my focus is drawn to the other woman standing outside the barrier. She’s made of light and magic, calm and steady, and I know without being told that she’s family too.

The effect of the Silver weapon was so severe on werewolves; it'll take a longer time to heal it naturally. But Noah wanted to finish his cousin as fast as possible, so he could help Martha to fight Mi-Yeong, “any last word cousin?” he inquired while aiming his silver dagger at Hyukjin’s neck. He uttered the word ‘cousin’ with great irony. Hyukjin hissed and spitted on Noah’s face, “you’re lowlife hybrid! You’re shamefully using a werewolf weapon against your own kind!” After wiping Hyukjin’s saliva from his face, Noah smirked, “That's because I’m a half-human, so I can use hunter weapons with pride!” and then swung his dagger.

He drops right beside her on the couch, his body brushing hers. Silver tried to move away, but his large palm descended on her thigh, and he gripped it hard to keep her in place. Silver held her breath. “I don't know how you did it, but you had me fooled.” He hissed, his icy blue eyes now on fire. He continued. “Once there was a time that I believed you were the most righteous woman I had ever met. If only I knew you were just camouflaging that righteous act to hide the whore you really are." He spat.

I looked out the window at the Packhouse grounds below, and at everyone. Heriberto had threatened everything and everyone I loved. Hell, he took the only thing that made me feel close to my mother, my magic but he hadn't broken my spirit. Not by a long shot. And that was his final mistake, because 'I AM TATE OSBORNE MILKELSON,' a human but also 'A SILVERFANG LUNA' and I don't do defeat.

The news agitated the warriors around me, their wolves snarling just beneath the surface. "The Rogue Pack is the most savage! Those rogues have no humanity! The wolves we sent for past alliances were tortured to death within three years." "Their mate bonds were forcibly torn, an unimaginable agony!" This was exactly what happened in my past life. Adrian had unhesitatingly used me as a bargaining chip. So this time, I wasn't panicked. Instead, I was the one calming them. "Don't worry. I have the silver wolf bloodline. I'll be fine."

I let it be the size it was. It was considerable. It was right. He looked at me. His eyes had the gold in them. Not the brief crack of gold from the ceremony hall—the gold that had been losing ground to silver from the moment he stepped forward, the gold that had been retreating before he even spoke. This was the full version. Gold all the way through, warm and settled, his wolf no longer fighting for something it had been trying to reach for eight months. His wolf had arrived. "There it is," I said.

I turned, and a wolf stood a few paces away. Isa. Her silver-gray fur shimmered in the strange light. Her eyes, sharp and golden, locked with mine. She was bigger than I had ever seen her, taller, proud, alive in a way that made my heart race. “Isa,” I breathed. “You’re here too?” Always, her voice rang in my head, deep and steady. I am you. I am the part that fights when you are tired. The voice that growls when you want to give up. I did not leave you, even when you bled. I never will.

was wondering how much of that was actually true. “You said my dad brought me here days later?” I asked her trying to make sense of things. “Yes Rouge, it was days later; I think he tried to make it work but I could tell him was losing his strength, he wasn’t eating because he needed to stay with you and he knew you both wouldn’t make it if things continued the way they were.” Rose answered me, her gentle voice was soft as she spoke. “Did you know much about him Rose?” I asked wanting to know more. “No sadly they weren’t here long, I wanted to know him more but it was hard in the pack at that time. I truly believe if we hadn’t been at war things might have been different but the Alpha at th