Silver Wolf Book Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for coming along with me on this adventure. This first book has proven to be extremely difficult. I’m sure you’re wondering if Sierra’s journey will end here, or what Zaiden will discover in Queen Esme’s journal. Well, I won’t keep you waiting too long. I will reveal all this and more in the novels that follow. Order of the Ambersky Pack Series: 1. Wolves & Magic (completed) 2. A Dark Revenge (TBD)

She gasped in shock and tears pricked her eyes. "What is it?" Jenny asked "Grandma," Emily started. Jenny was next to her in seconds. "No freaking way!1" she shouted. "Will someone please tell me what's going on!" I roared. Emily placed the book on the desk in front of me before going to sit on the sofa. 'The last silver wolf was located in White Raven.' My head snapped up to look at Emily who now had her hands clasped in her lap and her gaze to the floor. "Read the rest of it Tyler," she whispered.

“She has them tangled. The entire kingdom would be distracted. They will not see us coming until we are already inside them.” The Shadow God turned his head toward the book. “And this?” I picked it up. The leather was warm, which was wrong in this cold. “The Book of Wolves.” “Open it.” I did. The first pages smelled like dust. The writing moved when I wasn’t looking at it, shifting like insects under glass. It spoke of the Aurion wolves. Noble. Bound to the sun. Keepers of law. It spoke of the Noctaryn wolves. Ruthless. Bound to the moon. Keepers of teeth. And then it spoke of someone who had decided to be different.

She was going to give it to them. She didn't know yet about the whispers reaching Silver Ridge. She didn't know that a report had already crossed Kael Ashvorn's desk — a silver wolf in the borderlands, rogue pack defeated, wolves bowing to a female — and that he had read it twice, slowly, with an expression his Second could not interpret. She didn't know that the cold cord in Kael's chest was keeping him awake. She only knew what was in front of her: the plains, the moon, the people at the fire below.

Silver and Smoke ​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood ​Silver doesn't just cut a wolf; it burns. It acts like a neurotoxin, turning the blood into molten lead and sending shockwaves of agonizing heat through the nervous system. ​But as I lay in the pristine, sterile bed of the Alpha’s private recovery suite, the fire in my shoulder was nothing compared to the inferno in my mind. ​Astra.

She hesitated, wondering if she should follow the call, or simply ignore it. Suddenly, a voice echoed in her head. "Mirabella, Ivy's inner wolf, had called out to her again, this time, more clearly." Ivy knew she had to answer the call. She began to walk in the direction of the voice, her heart beating faster and faster. The path seemed to go on forever and the darkness of the night began to weigh heavily on her. Ivy was about to give up when she stumbled upon a small clearing in the forest. There, in the center of the clearing stood a beautiful white wolf, who seemed to be staring directly at her.

I looked at him shocked, no wonder they were all shocked. “I saw her wolf in a book before. She looks exactly like the wolf,” Jared said. “What book?” Silver asked. “I once saw a book in the library. The name of the book was white Wolf. I remember thinking it was some made-up story, but I guess I was wrong,” he said. Things are becoming even more confusing now. “Can you look for the book while she gets ready for the challenge?” Silver asked. “Yes, sure,” he replied, standing up. He left the dining room with his mate running after him. Silver stood up, taking me along with him.

POV: Silver Colt “My bones broke first. Then came the voice—low, guttural, and angry: “You’re finally awake, Silver.” They never told you how much it hurts—when someone’s wolf is awakened. They speak of beauty and destiny. Of the honor of awakening. They don’t talk about the pain. The blinding, bone-cracking pain that shatters you before it builds you again. I screamed into the night, my back arched against the cold earth. My vision blurred. My limbs twisted. Fire rolled beneath my skin, searing every nerve as though my body was rejecting itself.

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."

Unlike others which were created beautifully, it was a notebook that looked like it had faced hardship in its whole life. But, unlike the books surrounding it, it was still intact and not on the verge of perishing like ash. Mallory took a closer look and almost flinched after seeing that it was glowing in a hue of silver. [Don’t worry. That’s Silver Energy! It can’t hurt you, but I can’t be certain if the other werewolves wouldn’t be. Don’t even mention the vampires!] “W-what’s the Silver Energy?” Mallory asked, while cautiously looking at the book covered by it.