Silver Wolf Book Novels & Stories

A silly little girl who had been locked away for years. The sensation of Hecate stirring within Chloe’s mind was startling and strange to the young she-wolf. It felt like being at the top of a rollercoaster and the car suddenly plummeting through the air. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get use to the sensation or the fact she shared her being with another spirit but for now that was hardly important. Focusing on her wolven spirit wasn’t going to help her help her friends. Or was it? The golden wolf was demanding Chloe’s attention, pawing at her consciousness as if it was snow. She wanted something, her urgency mixing with Chloe’s own. Chloe assumed that the wolf simply wanted out of her cage but

The smile on my face faded as I remembered the silver wolf Jake spoke about. Silver Wolfs were divine beings that had great power and can be very destructive if they go rogue, like Your Silver. He had been freeing slaves for now, but what if he decides to take over packs? He’d be very difficult to handle.

Nick mumbled while everyone else agreed with him. Liam nodded and gazed at me, "I am. After talking to Edward and analyzing everything that he said, I am certain of everything that I am about to say. She is a silver wolf... A silver wolf because I read in of our ancient historical books that only the royal lycans and silver wolves are immune to silver. She can't be a lycan as no one can lock a lycan, especially a royal one as they are the wildest and most powerful wolves in the history of werewolves but silver wolves... The silver wolves can be locked with a powerful spell. You just need a powerful witch to suppress their magic."

The fireplace crackled softly, casting dancing shadows across the plush furs that covered the resting couch. Alexander sat in a high-backed chair near the fire, dressed in black ceremonial robes that emphasized his still-impressive physique despite his illness. Even diminished, there was something striking about him—a presence that commanded attention. Little Silverleaf sat on a cushion at his feet, a large territory legends book open on her lap. She was reading aloud, her small voice animated with dramatic flourishes. "Once upon a time, there was a Snow White she-wolf with a stepmother. The stepmother, jealous of her beauty, poisoned her with a wolfsbane berry..."

“What do you mean? I didn't know you were searching about that?” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “It just happened. My wolf told me a story and I just have to find out. I found a book about them—the Silver Wolves. They were worshipped, Zara. Practically gods among wolves. They protected others, healed the sick, and stopped wars before they could begin. But then… something changed. They went from being revered to being hunted. I don't know how to why. The records are incomplete,”

"I won't reject you. You will be claimed. But not with a kiss, a mark, or sex. That is a luxury we cannot afford. You will be claimed with a lie." ​ He paused, then added: "You will spend the next three days studying the lore of the Silver Moon pack. Find everything you can about the First Alpha’s Silver Wolf Prophecy. And when you read it, pay attention to the part about the unblooded female." ​ My mind reeled. Prophecy? Silver Wolf? Unblooded female? ​ He stood up, signaling the end of the meeting. "Now, go. Leave the tray. And take this." ​ He handed me a small, leather-bound volume. It was an antique journal, unmarked and heavy. I opened it hesitantly. The first page contained nothing bu

He informed me as he held it out for me to take. I delicately took it from him when I saw how old and fragile it looked, with the binding of it covered in dust. I stared at the cover which was a dark blue, and an engraved Golding band around the edge with a sketch of a black wolf in the middle. Just above the wolf it said, ‘The sacred wolves of the night’. “Are there any books on the other breeds of wolves?”. I asked him curiously. “No, just that one, and if you give it a read, you’ll soon find out why”.

A hush fell. One of the elders, a woman whose eyes were blind but glowing faintly, stepped forward with a wooden staff carved with moon phases. She began to speak. “In Silverpine, the cold is not a curse. It is a crucible,” she intoned, voice crisp like the frost in the air. “Here, we are shaped by snow and silence. We are taught to hear more with our hearts than our ears, for the wind whispers truth to those who listen.” As she spoke, the younger wolves formed a circle, kneeling in the snow. From a hidden crevice, a pair of great white wolves emerged, moving with a solemn grace. They circled the fire pit, howling once, clear and harmonic.

--Alyssa-- I was deeply engrossed in the book I had found. It was believed that the white wolves were the first of their kind to come into existence, blessed with extraordinary powers. They had the ability to heal, control the earth and everything within it, and even communicate directly with the moon goddess. These gifts made them revered but also envied, and eventually, the other wolves' jealousy led to a devastating purge aimed at eliminating the white wolves entirely.

Perla's gravelly voice brought her back from her fleeting memories. "Saul and Thiago were brothers that fought for the rights to be Alpha of the first White Creek pack" Perla sipped her coffee before continuing the story. Nueva listened eagerly to the details as she puzzled the pictures she had seen in the book together with the story, inside her head. "I saw a white wolf in the book is that my Eira?" Nueva interrupted Perla's storytelling. "Well, yes and no. We don't know enough about the Ice wolf to know if there is more than one." Perla tried to explain.