Silver Werehog Novels & Stories

The warmth of the flames seemed to beckon the past forth, and I began. "You see, Silver's history is a tapestry woven with tragedy and perseverance, a tale that echoes through the ages of our kind." I narrated the tale even as I looked for clues that could help me find Lilac, my mate. "Long ago, Silver's family belonged to a pack steeped in tradition, where the howls of the wolves harmonized with the whispers of the trees. They were devout worshippers of the Moon Goddess, their lives entwined with the celestial dance of night and sky. And at the heart of it all was Silver, half wolf, half witch. Born from an Alpha father and a witch mother; a beacon of devotion and purity, entrusted as the p

“You got a promotion!” “Yep.” “Jesus Christ, Silver… spill it! You got an official rank or title now?” Silver set his glass down. “Yeah. Nothing glamorous, so contain your excitement.” “C’mon. Just tell me. What did Wolf and your brothers honor you with?” “Treasurer.” Silver gave a tiny grin as he stroked his golden-blond beard. “Basically, a glorified record-keeper and report-writer.”

"I don't know what exactly happened here. But he and his brother fought rogues at their younger age. And the rogues killed his brother. It happened almost eleven years back. Maybe you might have left by that time. That's why you didn't remember such an incident." I turned my face another side to not show my quivering lip and welled up eyes to him. "Oh! May I ask who is that friend? Do I know him?" I asked slowly after calming myself. My wolf howled at the sad memory. Her Alpha genes weren't strong enough to overcome the silver back then, but we have got immune to silver things in the later period. Actually, it was a big scientific failure. After my grandparent's death, I started injecting my

he tried to speak and then his eyes rolled and he lost consciousness. Fuck! Being shot with silver isn't one of the nicest feelings in the world, it is the second closest to the loss of a mate or the pain of a broken mate. I don't know how long he has and I don't know where to take him and from what I heard the rogue Alpha said, he had injected him with silver. Silver is harmful to werewolves, they would die within minutes based on the amount of silver infused in their blood, the rogue Alpha had said he injected him with a lot, perhaps the man could be a warrior or has Alpha blood in him hence why he is still alive, I need to do something to save him and I need to do it real quick.

Just as I'd thought, they were still here. They were gaunt, twisted by madness, their wolves feral and unclaimed by any pack. I didn't waste time and ready myself. I shifted mid-leap, the familiar crack and pull of my bones melting into fur and muscle, my silver wolf came out. My sharp claws tore through the air, my wolf's snarl ripping through the night. They heard me. But it was too late for them. The fight was short, I make it fast enough. Brutal, to kill them in just one blow. One down with a crushed throat as he did not even know what happened.

yet it had been a moment in my life I'd chosen a path to save a life instead. However, the fact that rogues had two of these in their possession was crazy in itself. The silver that was used to easily poison, restrain and kill our kind was no ordinary thing and was referred to as silver 'kissed by moonlight'. Its properties included being able to stop the inflicted from being able to use their abilities; whether that be silver handcuffs to stop shifting and strength, or a knife to stop healing. The way the ore was handled before being crafted was a closely guarded secret and I'd heard was also very difficult to execute; knowledge reserved strictly to Elders and a select few only.

“Silver stones.” The air in the room went cold. “Silver stones” I repeated flatly. Will nodded. "If I had to guess, she either ingested them or injected them. They're in her bloodstream now, suppressing her wolf's ability to heal.” My fist curled tightly. Silver stones were different from regular silver. They interfere with a wolf’s regenerative process and slow it, sometimes enough that it's like that of humans. They’re used as a deterrent. As a weapon. If someone’s blood is infused with it, or they ingest it, the healing is drastically reduced.

She said, and Veronica’s teary eyes darted from her father, and back to her mother. “What is it?” Veronica asked her. “You see, in our lineage, as silver wolves, there is something really significant. We as silver wolves don't leave our pack, except in a case where a female silver wolf gets married and moves to another pack. Aside from this reason, if a silver wolf moves to another pack all of a sudden for no genuine reason and stays there, the pack will begin to experience tragedy until the wolf leaves, and goes back to where they should really be.” She explained carefully, while Veronica listened with rapt attention.

"You are one of the rare species of silver wolves, one of the last in the world. It comes from a lineage that is known for its strength, agility, and connection to forces beyond our comprehension. My eyes widened with incredulity. "Silver wolf? But... what does that mean?" Lucas leant back in his chair; his expression was thoughtful. "The silver wolves are a legendary breed, known for their unique abilities and the rarity of their existence. Many believe they hold a connection to ancient forces, a power that goes beyond the realm of ordinary wolves. And you are one of them."

I felt a wave of wetness in my core and I pressed my thighs together to control it but he didn’t miss the subtle movement. “Mark!” “Shhh… I am not Mark. I am Silver, His wolf,” He answered and I swallowed my words. “Hi, S-silver!” I forced a smile on my face because wolves tend to be more possessive of their mates than humans. While I can challenge and control, Mark. I can’t deal the same way with silver otherwise, he can lose control which will not be good for me but why intuition is telling me that I have already made a big mistake?