Silver Werehog Novels & Stories

“Just a little something to remind you that you need to come fast enough for your wife if she means that much to you.” “You're a real psychopath.” Kian spat with hatred and malice in his eyes. One that seemed like they indeed knew each other just took well. “I wonder what we Silvers saw in you. We must have been blind. I must have been blind.” Wait, even the Silvers know this guy? Was he a member of something? A traitor? So many questions, yet all of them bottled up at the back of my throat. “M…my b..bro...ther…”

“I did what I had to do to protect everyone, including you.” “Tell me what you used on me!” I screamed, my whole body trembling. “I need to know what you’ve done!” “It was silver,” he said quietly and I froze. The moment the word left his lips, a loud ringing filled my ears. Silver, they injected me with silver. My heart sank. Silver was the number one enemy of werewolves. In my pack, it was used only on criminals, wolves who had done horrible things. Murderers, rapists, traitors and so many more. .

I bent down and picked up the dagger stuck in Brook's shoulder and went back to my side of the arena and sat down on the ground. Silver was one of the things that could kill werewolves, and in the form I had used it was even worse, because it entered through the nose and mouth and sticks to the mucous membranes... But well, the composition of this silver bomb was just enough to disable and not kill, and it hurt a lot, I was feeling the pangs in my chest myself, no matter how much I had held my breath, still, some particles had entered.

"Coated in ionized silver dust. Explosive yield: small. Armor penetration: zero. Anti-magic properties: absolute." "Burn them," Jack said. Catherine squeezed the trigger. The swarm didn't attack the gargoyles' thick skin. It flew into them. The drones targeted the eyes, the mouths, the open gills along their necks. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. The sky lit up with hundreds of tiny, brilliant silver flashes. It wasn't a fiery explosion; it was a mist. A glittering, deadly fog of silver. For a werewolf or a magical creature, silver wasn't just poisonous; it was anathema. It disrupted the magical binding that held their unnatural physiology together.

That was the problem with silver, unlike wolfsbane, it didn’t just keep us weak, it kept us weak, made us unable to heal, and then killed us off, if the rogue king had hit a major organ, Javier would have been dead already. Right now he was the same as a human being who just got stabbed and was fighting for his life. There was a sudden rustling in the forest and it caught our attention. We all turned back, and seven wolves stepped out of the forest holding different types of melee weapons, and came towards us. While Leo and the rest went to take care of that, I kept muttering my spell, I had no idea what effect it would have on an injury caused by silver, silver was supposed to be our ultima

When we reached the border, his friends were already coming towards the center, aiming to take him to the hospital, without wasting any time Noah took him in his arms and rushed with his wolf speed to reach the hospital in a minute. Silver metal is the poison for us wolves, though becoming adult our wolf build up the immunity to fight with the poison unless the contact is beyond the certain limit, but for teens who are still growing and near to their first shift, coming in contact with silver metal can act as a fatal for their wolves, saving their human side, their wolves take it on them and quietly dies within. Therefore, it wasn’t allowed to keep the silver metal open, neither was it sold

The metallic whistle of silver rounds cut through the air, striking the ground next to the car with deadly accuracy. My blood ran cold. Silver ammunition was used for only one purpose: to kill wolves. “Stay down! “My driver yelled from somewhere outside. “Silver bullets—don’t let them touch you!” My heart pounded violently. Panic clawed up my throat. Someone wasn’t trying to scare us. We wanted someone dead. I dropped low into the narrow space between the seats, my hands shaking uncontrollably. My wolf snarled inside me, wanting to shift, wanting to fight, but shifting in a hail of silver was impossible—suicidal.

I had no clue. “One thousand gold pieces.” I said hoping that was going to be enough money. Cadogen let out a whistle. “You’re steep. Have you really never been touched?” his eyebrow arched quizzically. “I’m not a prude if that is what you are asking but I have never been intimate that way with a man.” I sat back wishing I would have said a different price. Maybe that was too high. He sat a moment longer, rapping his fingers on the table.

Higgins still founded reason to trump whatever twisted game that Rayla was playing at. "Trust me, Ectasy would kill a human way sooner than you held up. If it couldn't kill your human self and your strength obviously skipped the omega stage, do you really think some measly silver would clip your hind." She replied his temerity, in a manner that Higgins could testify to. He had fought with countless werewolves of which silver never proved a potent adversary to include in his arsenal, so did their corpses heed to the same attested effect.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you