Silver Werewolf Novels & Stories

With that thought in mind I crouch, focusing on the center of the bars and leap forward, feeling triumphant until I touched the metal that greet me and howl with pain. Silver. Of course the bars would be silver; it sadly is the Kryptonite to us werewolves. Silver is the only way to keep us locked inside the stupid cages or to harm us in any way, even kill us sadly. Many Hunters who know of the supernatural races use silver to harm us and even kill us for rewards. It is something we feared – vampires, witch, fae and werewolves alike.

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

Her eyes gleamed evilly as she spoke about her dastardly plan. It freaked her out a little bit. She ignored it. And when Odessa realizes she shouldn't have crossed me, she would already be 6 ft. under. The person spat venomously. Odessa, on the other hand, was thrilled to find out that there was some information about what she was looking for. Silver wolves were one of the greatest and strongest wolves in werewolf history. Amongst three others, which included white wolves, onyx wolves, and lichens, respectively.

“I have no idea what he is talking about.” I let out a breath, crossing my arms as I thought. “We have company,” Kaden said and I felt his energy slide over my body, masking my presence. A bunch of wolves bounded past us, heading straight for Silver. Kaden’s hand flew over my mouth before I could warn him. Silver did not even turn around when he flicked his hand. A thin line of water moved so fast behind him and sliced three of the rogues’ necks at once. They dropped to the ground without even realizing what had taken their lives.

"How do I know you're not lying to me?" "You don't." She shrugged. "Do I have your compliance?" She made it as if she wanted to remove them and I held my breath. "Fine." With my consent, I was shocked when she just grabbed the chains in her bare hands and tore them from my body in one fell swoop. I'm unable to close my mouth as I lay there stunned, trying to comprehend what just happened. Who is she? What is she?! Silver is a harmful metal to werewolves and one we steered clear of, and for her to just grab it and break it without flinching made chills run down my spine.

I didn't hate her, quite the opposite, I could not seem to be able to stop myself from claiming her as my own. Tessa is a Silver wolf who and her shifting surprised us. She shifted early, something that's unheard of among werewolves. Usually, one shifts at the age of eighteen when they are ready to meet their mates. That's not the only surprising thing, her wolf was silver coloured. There is a legend associated with silver wolves. It's said that they are a miracle from the moon Goddess. They have special abilities like possessing magic or being healers. I had Just shifted when her intoxicating scent hit me before my wolf, Ryker howled in my mind, identifying her as our Mate.

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.

But more thoughts flooded into my mind; the chances of Neil's survival with silver involved. What does silver do to werewolves? I rammed my mind for an answer—from what I had read about werewolves the moment I found out Neil was one, silver was like poison to them. Whichever way silver was taken into their body, it spread like wildfire in their bloodstream until it clogged the heart, finally killing the victim. Wounds inflicted by silver were very hard to heal. An average werewolf silver victim could die in minutes. But powerful ones stayed alive for hours even with the pains of having a foreign body in their blood. I shut my eyes and muttered a silent prayer. 'Let Neil live.' My prayer cont

This time he grabbed me by my hair and dropped me to the ground. I cried out in pain as he kicked me in the side. I tried to get up but I was too weak. I looked over to Sylvia and David as they could barely stand. Silver, if it penetrated a werewolf’s body it’s very deadly. Outside the body, silver can weaken a werewolf greatly. That’s why Tony and Sylvia are hardly able to move. I mustered up all the strength I could get and tried to crawl over to them.