Silver Wolf Book Novels & Stories

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

I close my eyes and try to take myself there to see what is going on. I see wolves fighting and blood everywhere. I hear barking, howling, and whimpering. I look to see Cole’s wolf Stefan battling it out with a grey wolf. It looks like Cole is winning when a woman suddenly steps out from behind a tree and stabs Cole with a silver knife. This woman is not a wolf she is a witch. Oh, hell no I have got to get out there. No way this is going down without me. I do not want to leave my son. I pull him close to me and cradle him in my arms. “Mommy is going to protect you Slade okay.” I snuggle him and kiss his head.

Giving Alec a hard, deadly gaze that could kill. "What if you give me the wolves today, we'll make ten spellbooks and dozens of gold bars and silver, and I’ll buy you dinner?" Long clean fingertips skimmed the inside of her arm and the sound of his rasping tone seemed to make all three of the wolves rumble with low and intimidating growls. I feel the same way, my loves. Pearl thought. Fool. What a low-balling asshole.

And what a thrill it was to feel freedom to the fullest. But this stupid creature was not going to turn off when he saw me on his way. I won't turn back either! My beast was driven by adrenaline from the anticipation of the hunt, and my heart beat wildly against the ribs. Jumping on the creature, I dug my claws into it, tearing its flesh. The wildling howled heart-rendingly, trying to throw me off. Will not work! Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you're stronger! I bit into his neck, trying to reach his throat. And all this time my fire did not go out! As a result, the victory was for me, and not even ashes remained from the enemy. My she-wolf was satisfied with the fight and was eager

"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.

"Last night? You've been asleep for two days. I’ve healed your wounds, but it will be a major problem if my family finds out I’ve let a stray dog into this mansion. If you’re feeling better, get out." I blinked in surprise, stunned by his sudden hostility. "What? A stray dog?" "You look well enough. Let’s go," he replied coldly. He grabbed my arm and hoisted me off the bed, pulling me toward the door without hesitation. "Wait, where are you taking me? Stop!" "You're a wolfkin, aren't you? Your kind is naturally resilient," he said, his tone icy as he dragged me through the hallway. "You should be able to find your way home."

I coughed as she placed it on the table with a thud, blowing dust everywhere. “Here…” Ruby said, shoving the book towards me after flipping through the pages and finally finding what she was looking for. There was a painting of a stunning silver wolf standing beside a goddess-like woman with silver hair. The wolf’s body seemed to be made of diamonds the way it sparkled and I for sure have never seen a tail so beautiful and long. And her eyes, they were a very unique shade of multiple colors, like a rainbow. “Silver seems like a more realistic version of this wolf in the painting,” Mac remarked and I absolutely agreed with him.

The table was a slab of obsidian, set with silver that looked sharp enough to draw blood. I stood at the head of the stairs, my hand resting on the stone railing. Dante stood beside me, his hand hovering just an inch from the small of my back—a gesture of protection that he couldn't actually complete. "Smile, Elara," he whispered, his breath ghosting against my ear. "The wolves are hungry."

Alexi – “I am a failure, Auntie Selene. I am not strong, and I didn’t kill William. If I had turned myself in to King William and let him have me, then maybe all these deaths would not have occurred. In my youth, I always won, but now I am losing this battle. I am a failure and I have let everyone down.” Selene – “B.S. It was only to prevent you from fulfilling the prophecy and using your magic for his own vengeful ambitions that King William wanted to keep you from fulfilling the prophecy. Since wolves murdered his twin sister, William has been killing wolves in vengeance. His goal is to eliminate all wolf species, so my dear, you have nothing to do with the deaths. My next step is to clean

I say closing the book. He looks at me momentarily before he has a realization that something is wrong. “Basically, what it says is that a silver wolf can help support the healing when someone is infected with silver,” he says. “Is that not a little ironic?” I ask half laughing. What are the odds of that being true?