Silver Wolf Feet Novels & Stories

A shadow fell over me, massive and dark. I forced my eyes open and saw it. A wolf, but not like any I'd ever seen. Huge, easily twice the size of a normal Alpha, with fur so black it seemed to swallow light. Its eyes glowed silver in the dim forest light. It lowered its enormous head, and I felt its breath, hot against my frozen skin. Then gently, carefully, it lifted me in its jaws and began to run..

His wolf was feeding him strength for healing. Silver was a powerful toxin for werewolves. It interrupted natural processes and inhibited healing. Even worse, in great enough quantities it could cut a human off from their magical side entirely, or sever the wolf from their soul. It was a cruel weapon, and a potent one for rogues to be carrying in these woods. “Your shoulder! I need to bind it.” I gulped as I noticed blood was now pouring from the wound near Gideon’s shoulder. As I had feared, the wound had traveled closer to the center of his body when he shifted.

The possibility was there, but I was still doubtful. I don’t know what or whom, but whoever did this left no room for mistakes. The robe binding me was made from silver. An obvious step two precaution, just in case I manage to pull out of this weakness and summon my wolf to break us free, the silver would claw through our furs and therefore keep my wolf from fully emerging and coming to our rescue.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

Or for her to turn out to be the thing I'd been searching for since I was exiled five years ago. A Silver Blood. A real, living, breathing Silver Blood. I adjusted the unconscious girl in my arms as I navigated through the forest. She was lighter than I'd expected, all delicate bones and soft curves. Her skin still held a faint silver shimmer, like moonlight trapped under the surface. Beautiful, Deadly, Perfect. "Boss," Marcus's voice crackled through the radio clipped to my belt. "We've got Silvermoon wolves at the border. Ten of them. They're demanding we return the girl."

I moved toward the glowing dais at the top of the ladder, though every step felt like walking through deep water. There you are. The voice was a deep resonance, coming not from the air but from the floor beneath my bare feet, forcing me to spin around. A massive white wolf emerged from the silver mist, her fur a thick mane of ivory that shimmered as if woven from moonlight while her eyes shone like two glowing crystals of pure, ancient power. She was a dominant force, a shadow of an alpha that made the air feel pressurized, causing me to stumble back as my breath caught in a throat that felt lined with glass.

And she hadn't just shifted in front of the whole region, she had hypnotized the crowd, even the most powerful being, like the sage, had been hypnotized by her wolf. A Silver Wolf! I had never seen a silver wolf before. When I was young, my father told us that silver wolves were even rarer than white wolves. According to him, they were wolves of prophecy, considered harbingers of chaos and upheaval, so why did the sage and every other person come into her spell? Why did everyone bow to her? I stood up from the floor, holding my wrist which had been burned by her witchcraft, or whatever she was. I was still shaken up and the wound from the burn had begun to close up, but not as fast as I woul

The whispers of the ancient trees seemed to echo Silver's words, enveloping me in a reassuring embrace. With a nod of understanding and gratitude, I agreed to participate wholeheartedly in the upcoming training sessions. The anticipation of embarking on this journey of learning and self-discovery filled me with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. Silver's approval and encouragement fueled my determination as she ventured into the woods, ready to immerse myself in the rhythm of the pack's training and to reconnect with the essence of her wolf nature.

Nyra – First Person They bound me in silver as though I were something unholy. Perhaps I am. The chains were ceremonial—ancient links forged from purified moon-silver, etched with runes that glowed faintly as they brushed my skin. They wrapped around my wrists, my throat, my waist. Heavy. Cold. Final. Silver is meant to silence wolves. It burns. It poisons. It drags us to our knees and reminds us we are creatures of flesh and weakness.

I needed help and for the first time, I was clueless. “Luk.. It hurts!” She cried as she held on to my hand. I removed my palm from the injured spot and I saw her blood mixed with silver. SHIT! I gritted my teeth as I glared at the body parts of the man I’d just ripped apart. He had stabbed her with silver. Wolves were allergic to silver, it was poisonous to our blood and some wolves were never trained to withstand it. Some wolves like the warriors, the Alpha, and Beta go through excruciating training by the time we’re ten to learn how to withstand silver by eighty percent but wolves like Crystina never got the chance to do that.