Silver Werewolf Novels & Stories

I had him alone. - By natural birth? - Silver question. - Yes. - Gods, it's my fault. you went through it all alone. You lost your wolf… because of me. - shuuuuuu! Do not say that. You're here now. You're here now, right? - I will never let go of you again in my life. But there's one thing I don't understand. – Silver says, smelling Sterling's blood - he is human. - No. He's a werevamp. A witch took pity on us and performed magic so that no one could smell Sterling. I didn't want people to find out he was a hybrid. But this had disadvantages. At 58, he has never felt the presence of a mate.

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."

Silver’s effectiveness is that its silver nitrate is highly soluble and can dissolve into a werewolf's bloodstream, carrying the silver throughout its body and killing it. Whoever bonded me in these chains was certainly not a werewolf, since we can’t touch silver. It must have been someone who knew what silver could do to us. I look around trying to decipher where I am. The movement itself sends sparks of pain through my body. It feels like my whole body is on fire. I hear footsteps approaching, and I look up to see the cold one I had been chasing earlier. He bares his teeth at me and chuckles darkly. “Luring you in had been so easy”, the vampire says, letting out a dark chuckle.

He asked. "Sir, it’s the-." He was rudely interrupted when another blast hit close. It was so close that we could see the house melting. The blast was composed of one thing only. Silver. They had melted silver and put it in fireballs. Silver was the only thing that could send a werewolf to the world beyond. As the blast hit the house, we could see the bodies of our pack members on the floor. They melt off and disappear. At the sight of that, my heart almost escaped my body. I had never seen something as gruesome as this.

I spat. “Because of the way silver works for a Wulver,” he sighed. “We are resistant to silver, but not immune. Her wolf will recede away to avoid it, taking the scent, the ability to mindlink, even the mate bond with it. The wolf is still there, watching, and waiting in case it needs to come forward. It isn’t going to hurt her.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, the same way silver didn’t hurt her before. You’ve seen all her scars!”

Rudina said as her face shone with determination. “Your highness–“ But the guard was rudely Interrupted when another blast hit close. It was so close that they could see the house melting. The blast was composed of one thing only. Silver. They had melted silver and put it in fire balls. Silver was the only thing, that could send a werewolf to the world beyond . As the blast hit the house, Rudina could see bodies of her pack members on the floor. They melt off and disappear. At the sight of that, her heart almost escaped her body. She had never seen something as gruesome as this.

I saw movement as I stepped in, but before I could make sense of it, a hand clamped over my mouth, and a hard body pressed against me from behind, pinning me against the tiles, and also pressing a silver blade an inch from my throat. I froze. Not daring to move an inch or do anything as stupid as trying to fight him off. Because he wasn't just holding a regular silver blade, this one was made of Pure silver. He even had thick gloves on just to be able to weild it. Pure Silver was the most lethal weapon to a werewolf. A regular Silver might cause burns and scratches, but this? It would send one straight to the goddess. And I'm sure the goddess isn't benevolent enough to give me a third chance

At the thought of my friends being inside my car, my wolf, Arina, tugs within me, her protective instincts pushing forward, wanting to charge out and go after the masked men so they don’t hurt my friends. But I try to calm her down. Tipping my head up again to get a view of the men, I see it immediately…they are not holding any guns. But one of them has a cleaver with an unusual, shiny tip. A proof that the weapon is laced with Silver, a lethal substance that, once it comes in contact with the skin of any werewolf, would lead to eventual death if emergency precautions aren’t taken immediately. The presence of silver in a werewolf’s body will prevent their wolves from healing any cut, therefo

"How could you use an illusion to tamper with my white wolf bloodline!" The surrounding pack members began to whisper, some casting doubtful glances. "Is it really black magic?" "How could a white wolf turn into a gray one?" Faced with their doubts, I sneered, and the pressure of my silver wolf erupted from within me. A powerful force swept through the grounds like a tide, stunning everyone into silence. "I am the Alpha's daughter, the noblest bloodline of the Silvermane Pack. What need do I have for black magic?" But Iris had always been skilled at playing the victim.

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.