Silver Wolf Feet Novels & Stories

The silver weave catches the torchlight, emphasizing the lean, powerful contours of my chest and the clean line of my collarbones, sharp as hunting blades. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't recognize royal tailoring, little sister?" I whisper to the empty room, sliding my feet into the towering silver-rimmed boots. They are ridiculously high, designed to force a wolf into a tense, ready-to-strike posture, but my balance is absolute. I take three silent paces across the stone floor. Perfect.

Meanwhile, the twins still stood there calm as ever. Then suddenly... Boom. In less than two minutes, both of them shifted. And I swear to the Moon Goddess, I had never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. Nova’s wolf was a shimmering silver, almost like her fur was woven from starlight and glitter. Every strand glowed beneath the blue moon. Sloane’s wolf was a creamy pearl color, soft and luminous like polished opal. And over each of their eyes rested a star-shaped marking. Nova’s was cream.

The words had barely faded when the silver wolf bent its limbs and surged forward. Its huge body turned into a streak of silver lightning, crossing a hundred meters in the blink of an eye. It landed firmly on the white jade platform before the VIP stands, leaving four deep claw prints on the hard jade surface. Vera let out a shrill scream and scrambled to hide behind several Silvermoon elders. "Stop her! Hurry and stop her!"

The forest was alive beneath her feet. And in the center of the clearing A figure stood beneath the moonlight. A massive wolf with silver fur that shimmered beneath the pale light. Its eyes glowed bright white. The silver wolf. Its gaze fixed on Lyla. Its body was still, powerful. Lyla’s breath stilled. "You’ve returned," the wolf said. Its voice wasn’t sound it was a hum beneath her skin, vibrating in her chest. Lyla’s pulse hammered. "You’re… real." The silver wolf’s eyes gleamed. "As real as you."

she mumbles beneath me. Wolfsbane is a wolf’s weakness. But, Silver is deadly to a werewolf and she knows it. I stare down at her feeling anger building. She tried to kill me, and yet… I want her. I want to ravish her right here, to take her until she’s screaming my name.

“You should not have come to this pack in the first place and I know you know this. Why are you so wicked?” “Oh, please.” I looked at the wolves who waited on me. “My sister here—stepsister has a secret you must know.” Resuming, the most wicked smile I could ever have came on my countenance and I nodded in satisfaction. “She is a Silver Wolf.” “What—?” “No way—” “How is this possible—” These and many comments were made by the wolves who did not believe them. “Sage is free to defend herself if she thinks I'm lying but I don't think she will because I have said nothing but the truth and you all must believe me.”

Darius stiffened beneath me but relaxed when I drew lazy circles on his chest. "You are," he answered, his voice quite. "How did you know?" "Your fur is silver. My mother's fur was also silver." "Lupinari are the only wolves who have silver fur?" "Yes." A pause. "You're an extreme powerful and rare wolf, Ravenna. Lupinarians heal faster than us normal wolves. They're stronger, faster. If it takes a normal wolf five minutes to heal a brutal injury, it would take a Lupinari half a minute."

Ignoring the crashing pain, she pounced and hooked her legs around the wolf’s neck. Graham’s wolf rolled over, along with mine, writhing and fighting furiously to get rid of Silver’s grasp. Each impact sent a crashing pain through my wolf and me, but she was adamant, and powerful enough to withstand that and not let go of her grip. We were not to kill, otherwise she would have. I felt another snap somewhere near her shoulder, but she ducked in time for it to be just a tear. However, Silver didn’t spare and pressed down her weight so hard on the wolf’s hind legs that I was sure I heard a crack of a bone.

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

"Even if I rot here and turn to ash, I'll never let you have your way!" Sophia's expression darkened instantly. She waved the warriors away, leaving only herself. "Fine. I'll torture you slowly and see how long you survive." The instant her words settled, she drew a silver dagger. Silver held a natural power over werewolves, and just seeing it sent a shiver through me. "I heard that silver mixed with wolfsbane can crush a wolf completely. Let's see if it's true." Sophia slashed my wrist, and blood dripped onto the floor. As soon as she scattered wolfsbane powder over the wound, the blood turned purple-black.