Silver Werewolf Novels & Stories

“I don’t mean to scare you but I’m certain you are already aware that things are getting very bad for you. The flair you had upstairs as well as the one you had a few minutes ago is a very concerning symptom of silver withdrawal so it’s very important that you be completely honest with me. Have you ever, at any time in your life, used silver as a drug?” Shock washes over his face, he appears to be at a loss for words. “No ma’am.” He finally whispers. “I started helping Olivia when I was sixteen and I’ve been protecting the littles since I was seventeen. I have to keep a sound mind for that.” “I didn’t think so but I always have to ask as that is the most common cause for silver being in a we

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.

My wolf, growled low, his instincts rising to challenge the dominance pressing over us. Then the great black convoy broke through the mist. Horses cloaked in dark armor. Wolves, massive ones, flanked the carriages on either side. And at the center of it all, King Zed rode atop his obsidian wolf, his silver crown gleaming against his dark hair. His eyes, sharp, almost metallic green, swept over the gathered Alphas.

Even I was struggling with separation woes and so was he. “Oh, why?” He shook his head, unable to talk about it. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you some other time. So where were you? Did you rescue Cerelia? Zephyrus told me all about her. She’s a spy, right?” My body reacted the moment the words left his lips. I sprang to my feet in a fit of rage. “No, she isn’t a spy. She’s a Silver wolf from the Silver Trails Pack, Yukon. Originally, her father belonged to the Silvermane Warriors of Pieria, Greece. They’re way above our league, Leandros. I can’t understand why Zeph doesn’t believe in me.”

“You should not have come to this pack in the first place and I know you know this. Why are you so wicked?” “Oh, please.” I looked at the wolves who waited on me. “My sister here—stepsister has a secret you must know.” Resuming, the most wicked smile I could ever have came on my countenance and I nodded in satisfaction. “She is a Silver Wolf.” “What—?” “No way—” “How is this possible—” These and many comments were made by the wolves who did not believe them. “Sage is free to defend herself if she thinks I'm lying but I don't think she will because I have said nothing but the truth and you all must believe me.”

His painful roar sounded like music to Emmeline's ears~ His screams had a soothing effect on the pain that he had inflicted on her soul. Lycans and Wolves were extremely sensitive to ancient silver. The type of silver that was very rare to find, once embedded into the flesh it stops the beasts healing ability for a time in lycans while it might kill the Werewolves. Because lycans were the true-born children of the Moon who can withstand the silver's effect on them while werewolves are considered abominations, they have a wolf within them but they weren't as strong as a lycan.

He had been bitten by another werewolf and, even though he was only a few days into the journey of lycanthropy, he was already turning. Phoebe had told him that werewolves are misunderstood creatures, simply because few people actually survive encounters with them. The opportunity to study them in depth is even more rare, and only a few scientific cases exist to provide credible evidence on lycanthropy’s properties. One of those properties is mending of flesh and bone. A werewolf’s blood possesses natural healing abilities, which makes killing a werewolf so damn hard. Silver, it turns out, disrupts that healing ability and turns injuries inflicted upon a werewolf fatal as they will not be ab

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.

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

Alex flinched as he saw the Werewolf in front of him. " Enjoying the show? I didn't know vampires' hobby is peeping at people makes love. " The werewolf made a joke as he approaches the vampire slowly. Silver wasn't scared of the vampire because he is sure about anyone stepping closer to his mate, would kill him. Alex knew that quite well, he watched how this werewolf is unstable, he kills every man who makes a move on Hazel. Then Alex decided to make a deal. " I can help you, Silver, I know you want to marry this human, you can kill her family, I'll Make her forget, then you can start living somewhere else, what about, my castle? "