Silver Werewolf Novels & Stories

If she was born without a wolf she wouldn't have shifted now. Ravenna should maybe be up to twenty five. The shift should have kicked up within her teenage years. And to think she was a Lupinari. Her fur was silver. My mother's fur had been silver as well. Lupinari were the only wolves known to have silver furs. They were the strongest wolves alive. She was supposed to have shifted before she even reached ten. Unless… I looked down at Ravenna. My hand reached out and traced her cheek. She sighed softly before she leaned closely to my touch, reaching for me even in her sleep.

Everyone in the banquet hall was still shocked, forcing their jaws to grow lack and their mouths dropping open at the silver wolf now staring at Darci Meyer. White wolves were rare and superior to others in werewolf kind, but a SILVER wolf of fur that twinkled like starlight had only ever appeared once before. There were only tales about such a legendary wolf. They were so prominent that it was said the Moon Goddess blessed and sculpted the wolf herself.

Slowly his body loosened and he looked up at me. “Lucrezia, human of Rezzidel. You shall accept a vampire as your mate. Take your ceremonial blade and make him bleed.” I followed the steps Daire had done before me. I gently lifted his arm and ran the blade across it. Deep red blood welled up. The old man slowly approached us. A goblet I hadn’t noticed before was in between both of his hands. He grabbed me first, his withered hand was ice cold. My blood dripped into the goblet drop by drop. When he seemed satisfied he turned to Daire and did the same. It didn’t take as long for Daire’s blood to flow into the goblet.The man walked three steps deliberately then turned. The chanting started aga

Another rogue spoke up, a calculating glint in his eyes, "Alright then, mysterious lady. How about a little test? Let's see if you can prove you're not just a pretty face." I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued, "Oh, I do love a challenge. What do you have in mind?" He smirked, clearly enjoying this little game, "Tell us something about werewolves that only someone who's genuinely interested would know." I leaned in conspiratorially, my lips curving into a sly smile, "Well, for starters, I'm well aware that silver is more than just a fashion statement for your kind. It's a weakness, a vulnerability. The touch of silver can burn like fire."

"I'm lost, I'm sorry. There is no way we can keep this from him if Dr. Octopus tells him about it. He is the alpha. Nothing can get past him." "And if you don't explain how you got hurt, Dr. Octopus won't let you go home. He is aware that silver was used to pierce your skin, but he is unsure of the perpetrator." Immediately, Anton raised his head and turned to face Adolpha. "We could say hunters. From the beginning, Simon has wanted to get rid of them. If we tell him Scarlett's Wolf did it, he won't believe us. How do we explain her ability to hold silver if she is a werewolf and werewolves are not immune to silver?"

she began, her voice filled with a blend of warmth and mystery, "let me tell you about the silver werewolves. It's an ancient tale passed down through generations in our family." I leaned closer, eager to hear every word. The room seemed to grow quieter, as if nature itself held its breath, awaiting the secrets she was about to reveal. "You see, my dear, silver werewolves are not like the ordinary werewolves you might have heard of. They are rare and powerful creatures, with a coat as silver as the moon's glow. Legends say that they were once ordinary wolves, blessed by the moon goddess herself." I imagined those majestic creatures, their fur shimmering like liquid silver in the moonlight. M

I let out a chuckle before focusing on the book. “The silver wolf is a rare type of wolf that came into existence a thousand years ago. A thousand years ago, the werewolf race almost came to an end since they were being hunted down by humans and other supernatural races. The Moon Goddess, Selene, feared for her children, so she created a special kind of wolf and blessed it with magical powers that would be passed down from generation to generation. This wolf could be identified by its unique features like silver fur and golden eyes…” I trailed, my heart slamming hard against my chest. The silver wolf was blessed with magical powers? How come I didn’t have any?

My stare can’t even drift from the knife in her hand. “You see this, it’s a blade that the edges has been mixed with Silver. I’m sure you know what silver does to a werewolf.” She smirks and slides her finger tip on it slippery. Silver is feared by all werewolves. As much as it miraculously strengthens the Alpha of the Silver moon pack, its dangerous for others. She looks at one of the omega who is standing at the left side of the room behind her. “Get the wolfbane. I’d love to spice things up” she adds and grins. My eyes widens on hearing the mention of wolfbane.

He wanted me to speak. Silver. The word was at the tip of my tongue, but I wasn’t sure if I should say it. It was too... obvious. But Mr. Thompson’s expectant gaze was enough to push me into speaking. “Silver?” I said, a little hesitantly. Mr. Thompson nodded. “Correct. Silver is a werewolf’s kryptonite, their main enemy. Now, Hazel, stand up and tell me, what happens when a werewolf touches silver?” “Uh… how would I know?” I stammered. “I’ve never encountered any werewolves…”

You can hear his back break as he snaps against the trunk. She slowly makes her way across the small gap to the wolf. He tries to stand up but cannot move yet. His healing ability is slower as a rogue. Once she is standing in front of him, “You dare to attack me?” she says through a mind-link. Both the rogue and I are stunned. How can she communicate with him? We are not a part of the same Pack. “Who are you?” he demands through the mind-link. “Since you are about to die, I can tell you. I am the silver wolf. We are born once every hundred years. We are among the most powerful wolves walking the earth and are direct descendants of the Moon Goddess herself,” she says coldly.