Silver Wolf Feet Novels & Stories

She looks at me with big eyes and I walk toward her taking her hand, I saw her slap Laura with. “Which claw?” I ask and from the look in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am asking. “WHICH CLAW DANIELLE?” She shakes but closes her fingers in her hand except for one. “Show me, now.” She breathes heavily but lets the claw out. I look at it and before she can react I grab a hold of it and pull it from her finger. She screams in pain. Wolfs heal from most things even wolfbane, but not silver or if a part of the body is removed.

As soon as Ulva's words rolled out, Pain incised through her body, cracking each bone. A growl hissed out of Scarlett as if she was shifting for the first time. Silver furs covered her body, eyes turned sparkly lavender along with the silver crown, adorned around her head. In the heart of the white snow, shone a huge Silver wolf, shining like a great warrior. A queen... A Howl introduced her to the world, as she jerked her head before looking down at the rogues, who were towered by the firstborn of the moon.

She stepped through and the ground felt different under my feet, steady and important, like it knew her and made room. A wolf. Enormous. Not the size my mind kept for wolves. Bigger. Her shoulders were wide and level, her neck thick, her head clean and proud. Her coat lifted in a slow ripple as she walked. It was pale, white with a silver cast that made it glow in the bands of the moon. No dirt clung to it. Her paws sank to the first knuckles in the moss and left clear prints, each one filling with water at the edge like the ground exhaled when she passed.

Nate gave me a reassuring smile before following to ensure proper procedures were followed. I sat on the wooden swing outside my door, watching snowflakes melt on my fingertips. My communication crystal vibrated. A message from an unknown sender appeared: "Think you've won, Isabelle? I'm carrying Karl's pup. Your victory is temporary." I laughed bitterly and deactivated the crystal. Natalie was both foolish and pitiful, sacrificing everything for a wolf with no loyalty. I removed the small red box from my pocket that Karl had left. Inside was indeed a ring—the first one he had ever given me.

That was the problem with silver, unlike wolfsbane, it didn’t just keep us weak, it kept us weak, made us unable to heal, and then killed us off, if the rogue king had hit a major organ, Javier would have been dead already. Right now he was the same as a human being who just got stabbed and was fighting for his life. There was a sudden rustling in the forest and it caught our attention. We all turned back, and seven wolves stepped out of the forest holding different types of melee weapons, and came towards us. While Leo and the rest went to take care of that, I kept muttering my spell, I had no idea what effect it would have on an injury caused by silver, silver was supposed to be our ultima

“I have no idea what he is talking about.” I let out a breath, crossing my arms as I thought. “We have company,” Kaden said and I felt his energy slide over my body, masking my presence. A bunch of wolves bounded past us, heading straight for Silver. Kaden’s hand flew over my mouth before I could warn him. Silver did not even turn around when he flicked his hand. A thin line of water moved so fast behind him and sliced three of the rogues’ necks at once. They dropped to the ground without even realizing what had taken their lives.

My fingers finally closed around the small can. The second they ripped my jacket open, I pulled it out and slammed the nozzle. Silver dust sprayed into their faces. They screamed and staggered back. But in the struggle, some of the powder sprayed back onto my arm. The searing pain made me cry out. Silver is poison to werewolves. "Fuck! The bitch has silver!" the rogues cursed, clutching their burned faces. "What do we do? She's hurt bad!" "Call him! If she dies, we're all screwed!"

My bare feet pressed against, nothing, it was almost like I was floating, but I was walking, yet I couldn't feel anything under my feet. I walked on regardless, the trail leading toward a shadow that moved in the fog. And then I saw him. A wolf stepped forward, massive enough to blot out the mist behind him. His fur was a deep black, shimmering with streaks of silver that made its fur so attractive you would want to rip it off its body. His eyes, God, those eyes, burned an amber so fierce it made me take a step back. Every line of him radiated dominance, the kind that would make the air bend and bow without question.

I was about to question her actions but her glowing eyes silenced me. 'When were you going to tell me that Scarlett's wolf is a silver one? Also are you going to ignore the fact that a silver arrow pierced her leg and yet she remains unaffected? ' I had hoped no one would bring it up because it remained a mystery even to me. Silver weakened wolves and killed them in large doses, yet Scarlett's wolf remained unaffected. 'Astra. ' Scar looked at me then tilted her head to the side, looking at Astra. Her gaze then dropped down to her leg before coming right back up in nothing but a detectable curiosity.

My feet carried me in the direction where I sensed an aura. My gaze landed on the figure who stood a few meters ahead of me, watching me intently, and I froze. It was a girl in a purple dress. She has a pair of catlike eyes that glistened eerily. Her hair was black, straight, and shiny and cascaded down her shoulders perfectly. The dress she wore fitted her beautifully. Her arms are thin yet toned due to a natural physique. Her skin was flawless and looked smooth. In short, she was the epitome of beauty. But soon as my gaze returned to her face, my breath hitched. "Silver werewolf!" she exclaimed. I blinked once, unable to grasp my situation.