Silver Werewolf Novels & Stories

“Relax pretty boy, no one is going to hurt you. I will explain everything you’ve just seen.” “Explain?” I shrieked. “Explain what? That Logan is an animal and Kayla is a vampire and you are…what are you?” “A wolf is what I am. And yes Kayla is a vampire.” Silver reached into her tight jeans and pulled out a small transparent box which she tossed at Kayla. It contained green contacts. Everything fell into place. Her eyes. I always thought they were strange but then again I never thought too much about them because my hormones were on a rampage the few times I spoke with her.

They practice with non-silver knives in order to not cause too much damage, but they’re all well aware that a real enemy would almost definitely be using silver weapons. Silver is a werewolves one true weakness. When it contacts the skin, it causes burns and leaves scars. When stabbed with a silver knife, a werewolf’s advanced healing is unable to mend the wound the way it normally would, posing a greater risk. When silver enters the bloodstream, it acts as a poison, burning the body from the inside out. The substance is legally only allowed to be owned by the government, but that doesn’t stop some from illegally making weapons out of it themself.

I tried to keep my breathing steady, but I had been taught that wolves could smell fear, so I knew it wouldn't change much. “What is your name?” He asked me and I cocked my head in confusion, having not expected that question at all. “Silver,” I said. His face twisted for a second into an expression that resembled rage but it disappeared almost immediately, and was replaced instead by a malicious smile. “Silver,” he said aloud so that the druid who was still close by could hear. “Her name is literally Silver. And you want me to spare her? Silver? Really?” At first, I wondered what was so wrong with my name but after thinking for a while, I recalled when I was told that my father had construc

My fingers finally closed around the small can. The second they ripped my jacket open, I pulled it out and slammed the nozzle. Silver dust sprayed into their faces. They screamed and staggered back. But in the struggle, some of the powder sprayed back onto my arm. The searing pain made me cry out. Silver is poison to werewolves. "Fuck! The bitch has silver!" the rogues cursed, clutching their burned faces. "What do we do? She's hurt bad!" "Call him! If she dies, we're all screwed!"

“She is not my girlfriend. She is actually the wife of my rival, and we happen to have, well……identical goals.” “If you say so.” Silver grinned, his sharp fangs displaying themselves shamelessly. “So, the name Silver, where did you get it?” I asked, deliberately trying to steer his mind out of the conversation. It was not a particularly intimidating name for a thousand-year-old werewolf. “Ohhh, it's from a silver bullet, the bane of werewolves.” Silver! Silver was one element that werewolves loved and cherished. However, it was effortlessly the death of many werewolves. A single shot of a silver bullet could bring down a weak adult werewolf, and so it was highly regarded as a forbidden objec

As I pounced on Thomas, a strange voice encouraged the action from the back of my mind. "Get him!" I froze in surprise, Thomas and Lily quickly following suit. "Who are you?" I asked the voice in my head. "I'm you. Rather, I'm your wolf. My name is Silver." I had a picture in my mind of a wolf the color of moonlight, her head held high proudly. "I'm Kendra." I managed. She smiled and dipped her head in recognition. "Daddy, I met my wolf!" I half pranced, half waddled over to my very startled father. "Daddy?" He was looking at me in awe. So was the whole pack.

“Yes, Alpha Isabella. And yes, to your next question. But when he took the job to take your photo, he was told no harm would come to you. He didn’t know your drink had been spiked. He was sick over it when he found out. I swear. He didn’t know.” “I believe you. I am so sorry you lost your son.” Her eyes shoot to mine as if she didn’t expect my answer. I try to sit up and become lightheaded. I flop back against the headboard. Stabbing needle sensations jab at my ribs. “You know, pureblood werewolves are self-healing through our wolves…And while sensitive to silver, it doesn’t pose a fatal risk to us. It slows our healing capabilities only slightly. You almost died, child. Have you had a react

Her expression grew grimmer with each second. "The blade pierced his lung. Silver poisoning is spreading. His wolf is trying to heal but the silver is blocking regeneration." "Can you save him?" "I don't know. The wound is severe. Even with supernatural healing, the silver poisoning might be too much." "Try. Please. He can't die. Not after everything we survived." Nurse Quickly pulled out medical supplies I didn't recognize. Vials of liquid. Syringes. Tools designed for supernatural emergencies. "This is going to hurt him. A lot. I need to extract the silver particles before they reach his heart. If he fights me, if he can't handle the pain, he'll die faster."

A male with half his face burned screamed while healers held him down and poured silver-nitrate something over the wounds. Astrid didn’t slow. “Silver poisoning cases mostly. Southern packs still use silver bullets. Idiots.” “What is silver poisoning?” She looked at me as if I had asked her what is earth. She answered anyway. “It's like a toxin for werewolves. It works faster than wolfsbane.” Elevator this time. She hit fifth. Doors opened to marble and soft music. Wolves in robes padded around, getting massages, facials, claws trimmed. “Spa level,” she said. “Booked solid for three months. I can bump you to the front. Perks of being Gamma-Luna.”

The room seemed to fade away as his words painted vivid images in my mind. "The Silver Werewolf was said to possess a unique connection to the moon, harnessing its energy and channeling it into its abilities. Its silver fur shimmered in the moonlight, a beacon of power and grace. It was a protector, a guardian of the pack, and its arrival was seen as a sign of great fortune and strength." I imagined the majestic creature, its silver coat glistening in the moon's gentle glow. It was awe-inspiring, a symbol of hope and resilience.