Novel & Cerita Silver Werehog

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?

My fingers finally closed around the small can. The second they ripped my jacket open, I pulled it out and slammed the nozzle. Silver dust sprayed into their faces. They screamed and staggered back. But in the struggle, some of the powder sprayed back onto my arm. The searing pain made me cry out. Silver is poison to werewolves. "Fuck! The bitch has silver!" the rogues cursed, clutching their burned faces. "What do we do? She's hurt bad!" "Call him! If she dies, we're all screwed!"

Or for her to turn out to be the thing I'd been searching for since I was exiled five years ago. A Silver Blood. A real, living, breathing Silver Blood. I adjusted the unconscious girl in my arms as I navigated through the forest. She was lighter than I'd expected, all delicate bones and soft curves. Her skin still held a faint silver shimmer, like moonlight trapped under the surface. Beautiful, Deadly, Perfect. "Boss," Marcus's voice crackled through the radio clipped to my belt. "We've got Silvermoon wolves at the border. Ten of them. They're demanding we return the girl."

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

These weren’t rogues; their movements were too disciplined, their auras too strong, radiating the authority of pack wolves. “Damn it,” Silvia cursed under her breath as they surrounded us, at least ten of them, maybe more lurking out of sight. From the corner of my eye, I saw our girls forming a tight line, their bodies tense, waiting for Silvia’s command. One of the wolves shifted into human form, and my stomach dropped. I recognized him instantly—a warrior from Silver Fang, though I didn’t know his name. His grin was smug, his voice dripping with arrogance as he spoke. “We don’t want to kill you all,” he said, his eyes locked on me. “We want Ashley. Hand yourself over, and we’ll let your r

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

Both Owen and I shake our heads no. “Good then lets move on to the war. It all began seventeen years ago. No one is one hundred percent sure why rogues are after the silver dragons. According to legend, if a silver dragon kills another dragon then that silver dragon will absorb their power. However the other six types cannot absorb each other’s power. At first we believed there was a silver dragon out there absorbing power. But it has never clear who it could be and every single silver dragon we had known was being killed off.

For the time being she wanted to see what was going to happen and that was how she learned what they had done to the Witch and her family. It sickened her and a single tear trickled down her cheek, they would pay for what they had done she thought closing her eyes and seeking her magic. A sharp pain hit her flank and she gasped spinning around but seeing nothing as the sedative took effect quickly, 'I see you are awake Silver Wolf.' The huge golden man glared at her through the bars of the cage, he was over six feet five with shoulder length deep golden hair and golden eyes, she knew ins

Devon straightened beside me. Silver is extremely harmful for werewolves, especially if injected into their bloodstream, it burns the blood vessels and causes a meltdown of internal organs. The brain stops functioning and renders the wolf incapable to breathe, arteries collapse and the heart shrinks if it survives the burns. Silver is a well known weakness of the wolves and is often used against them. ​It is banned in all the realms except the human realm. "And you're telling me now?" I asked, scowling at the Ulfric.