Silver Werewolf Novels & Stories

My wolf growled low in my chest. “She knows,” my wolf whispered, teeth barely bared in my mind. “Something about you… your past life. She knows more than she should.” I frowned, unease curling like smoke in my stomach. Seth noticed, stepping closer, lowering his voice. “Iris, who are you talking about?” “An elder,” I said cautiously. “Watching from the shadows. She looked… familiar. Recognizing me. Or maybe… Silver.” Seth’s expression darkened slightly. “Familiar? That’s… complicated. Be careful. Not all who recognize the past mean well.”

I ducked and evaded Selena's attack, stabbing her from underneath her belly with the claw that was broken off from Elva's hand. Selena screamed out in pain and fell to the floor immediately. The silver wolves were a special specie of wolves who were created to bring down all the egoistic clans that had turned their back on the goddess. However, with their mission over, they remained a threat to the rest of the werewolf species, including the Lycans. Their body parts were lethal to that of other werewolves. The silver which they had in them was poisonous to every specie of werewolf, even to the cave werewolves who were said to be resistant to poison.

“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. .

This is not going to be easy for any of us. Carrick nodded his head, he felt her power too and knew she was stronger than their whole pack and if they could feel it then other Wolf Packs could sense it and they to would want to possess her. Looking at the beautiful female sleeping peacefully in the huge four poster bed desire burned through his body but this little female was well out of his reach. The Silver Wolf was a Royal Alpha., rare and precious and from what he had seen she was also volatile glancing across at Lucas, he wasn’t even sure his Alpha would be able to control her. He could feel the energy radiating from her it was going to be a very long difficult journey ahead for the who

“I think we should settle on hearing Your Silver out. It won’t be with my hand that anything happens to him.” Ray huffed. “If you give the command, as Alpha King, those other Alphas will have to obey.” It was weird hearing him speak calmly after fuming few minutes ago. “We’d all agree to let Your Silver be. He’s an incarnate of the Moon goddess, his works could be of stability to us werewolves.” I supported. So it was decided to let the silver wolf be. That girl was getting away with everything, courtesy of Rih. Silvers do help each other, alive or dead.

“He shifted and used some silver.” “Silver?” At first, I didn’t immediately get what he meant but then I remembered the articles I’ve read online. Silver would harm werewolves. A silver bullet shot in the heart would actually kill them. Eros gave a nod of confirmation. “Silver knives and some arrows but mostly he used silver knives and made several cuts on his torso or thighs. Any place that wouldn’t be seen.”

As for me, who had cushioned her fall, my left foot, crushed under both of our weight, had been twisted brutally against the silver ore. There was not much blood, but my entire leg hung at a sickening angle, and I could not feel anything at all. The silver suppressed my wolf, stripping away my healing ability. The pain devoured my whole body. They cradled Lily anxiously, ignoring me as I sat there pale, drenched in cold sweat, clutching my ruined foot. For werewolves, injuries caused by silver could not heal on their own. Severe wounds could even leave permanent scars, unless treated in time with a rare antidote.

“Like I told you, Amber is not an ordinary wolf. She's the silver wolf and that was why the mangalrow was interested in her. In the history of werewolves, a silver wolf was said to exist years ago, like seven to eight hundred years ago. During her existence, mangalrows lurked around everywhere. After her death, mangalrows were nowhere to be found again. That is why not many people know about mangalrows because they are ancient creatures that didn't exist for years. For them to start existing now in the werewolf world means that another silver wolf has been born, and that silver wolf is Amber.” “How do you know that Amber is the silver wolf. I mean, she doesn't have any power and her wolf is

My past was unknown, and the pack had adopted me as a pup. Lucas leant forward, his eyes piercing through the layers of deception. "Anya, you're not like the others. You're special. Do you know what it means to be a silver wolf?" A furrow deepened on my forehead. "Silver wolf? I've never heard of that." Lucas sighed, as if grappling with the weight of a revelation. "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.

I hummed, pretending to appear disinterested, “you can never go wrong with silver.” He nodded, following my lead. “Are you… sure?” the clerk questioned with some worry. “You would fare much better with stainless steel or even titanium.” Silver was, unfortunately, a rare metal in our lands and, even so, one that was scarcely used. Most werewolves had some minor aversion to such a pure substance—a flaw even the Moon Goddess herself couldn’t reverse. But it mattered not. If silver was what Maeve wanted, she would get it. “No, he’s right,” Burke interjected. “My intended happens to love silver.”