Silver Werewolf Novels & Stories

" Carol inquired. “Yes.” "But how do werewolves work in the silver mine?" They have to, don't they? Isn't it going to kill them?" “No. It's only lethal if it hits the heart or brain and isn't removed right away. Otherwise, silver does not disturb us." "I'm sure you're going to get tired of all my questions."

Right then, I'm sure she knew I said Thor before, and even though I twisted my initial reply, she couldn't disagree with me because all I spoke were facts I read in a reputable science magazine. "What she says makes sense. Silver is indeed a werewolf's weakness. You know– I think I like her..." She adds and turns to look directly at me. "I like people who can think fast on their feet but you should know, Miss Reynolds, that the weakness we're talking about here is the subjects that you like the least, understand?" I nod slowly. Dang it! She surely knew I fucked up but I have nothing to complain about since it works out in my favor in the end.

The metal burned his skin where it touched. Silver had always been fabled to kill werewolves, but a bullet to the heart was the actual killer, as it was the only organ a werewolf could not regenerate. Over the years, folklore and belief had given the metal its own powers. Having the lowest melting point helped silver get absorbed into the skin and spread through a werewolf’s blood faster, making it harder for them to recuperate. Grayson turned his attention to Brianna’s captor, who held the knife at her neck.

Arnault sneers, “We aren’t idiots, we know you want to add our packs to yours and rule as if you are a King.” “Well that certainly helps shorten the introduction,” I smile at him. “What is in it for us?” Alpha William speaks up. He always was the most practical of the lot. Stayed away from the fray as much as he could. Hoping we would forget he exists. Silver blood is located at the edge of wolf territory, near the border with the vampires. “Gee, do you think William has back up from the vampires?” “No, they don’t mingle,” he sounds sure of himself

She knew nothing of the world I came from or what a bond with me would mean. Focusing hard at keeping my wolf in check and not losing my control, I focused on her wounds. I was no healer, but werewolf saliva contained a mild healing agent. It wouldn’t make her wounds heal instantly like mine. No, it would just stop the bleeding enough so they wouldn’t keep seeping. I was worried about her losing too much blood. Especially since she was pregnant. /“ You okay boss?”/ Aaron asked his calming presence easing into my mind. No, I wasn’t. But I wasn’t about to admit it. /“We will be okay. I got the bleeding under control.”/

Our father, John, was a Beta of our little pack, Silver Crescent, and he held pride in being one of the strongest and influential families of our pack. He scolded her, angry she would do something as bad as tying her own sister with silver cuffs. Werewolves were not allowed to use silver amongst packs. Hurting your own pack mate or any other wolf by using silver was considered an unforgiving crime. It held serious consequences, like being sentenced to death.

she starts and I nod eagerly. "Long time ago in the history of werewolves, lived two silver wolves. A male wolf and his mate. They had a daughter and later on, she was mated and had a daughter too and that's how the silver lineage carried on to this date" I nod listening intently. The wolf in my dreams has silver fur. "Silver wolves are known to be the most powerful in the werewolf world and because of that, they're hunted and killed with no trace by those in power for the fear of being overthrown" she sighs and continues.

I turned my head away from his own, determined to chase away the trail of heat his eyes left along my skin. I wanted to cringe as I watched the brutality of the fight. The muscular guy had blood falling from his chin, spitting it across the floor as he fought for his life. The bigger man held more strength, clearly a werewolf from the looks of it. A silver bracelet seared into his wrist, silencing his wolf and keeping him from shifting. Silver against the flesh will burn and nullify your wolf, but will not take away your strength or speed. Silver in the bloodstream will destroy us from within, almost a certain death unless treated right away.

Part of me wanted to ignore their attacks and focus on the wolf. The cocky grins on their faces disappeared when they realized I was immune to their spells. I almost let out a dry laugh of smug satisfaction, but the desperate wolf wouldn't give me a break. Without an ounce of guilt, I sank my teeth into his neck and severed his head from his body with inhumane strength. Tossing the dead wolf aside and letting out a mighty growl, I moved on to my next target. One of the male witches swung the silver blade wildly at me, while the other shifted. Werewolves are vulnerable to silver and can die if the cut is deep enough.

“My tears still haven’t dried, and I can still feel the noose around my neck as we walk through what’s more or less my only friend’s tomb, but by all means, go ahead and make me feel stupid on top of it.” He sighs, but he doesn’t sound annoyed anymore. He almost sounds guilty. “I’m sorry, Maya. You’re not stupid, and I’m sorry if I made you feel that way. I think this says more about how detached I am from what’s normal outside the palace than anything.” I nod, even if he can’t see it in the dark. “Thanks. So, are you going to tell me what the big deal with silver is now?” “Right. Well, because of our quick-healing, ordinary weapons typically cause pretty minimal harm to werewolves. Only sil