Silver Wolf Feet Novels & Stories

"Silver wolves are powerful, strong. In the whole of history, there had never been any wolf that had been proven to be more powerful than a silver wolf." I shifted in my seat when I heard that. "You have no idea what the moon goddess has given to you but you are being foolish enough to want to play with it." She continued. "Do you know that silver wolves have the power to control nature? They can even heal and see the future too." She paused and looked at me to be sure I was following what she was saying, she seemed to be enjoying the expression on my face.

She said pulling away. Standing up, I picked up a big fur coat and put it on. We live close to silver claw pack, it always snows here so we always have to bundle up to fight the cold. Silver claw sock is one of the 10 packs in lycara — the werewolf continent. Members of the pack are well known for their high enforcement and elite tracking skills.

I hear his heavy footsteps walk to the armchair, and the rustle of a thick wolf pelt blanket as he covers his long legs on the footstool. "Go to sleep, Zara," his deep voice echoes through the dark. NARRATOR POV: Theo Kingsley Silverfang "Do not look at me like that, Finn Sterling," I growl into the magic scrying stone. The screen of my scrying crystal glows bright, showing my warrior brother’s face as he sits in his own alpha den. "I am just saying, Theo, your wolf has never brought a female into the royal moonkeep before. Especially not a plus-size floral weaver from an ancient wolf bloodline."

It wasn't just silver anymore; it was a shimmering mix of silver and gold. The power surge was so absolute that it knocked the Dark Wolf’s claws off the ledge. “Down!” Faith commanded, slamming her palms onto the stone.

But her resolve strenghtened and she slowly walked towards the wolf, once she was sure he could not hear or feel her, she attacked. Cutting off his head in one swift empowered strike. Immediately she did that, she jumped back in order to avoid the spray of blood. Moments later, her two charges walked up to her, Gold licked her lips in anticipation, but Silver shook her head, “He isn’t a Vine wolf, is he?” she asked, The shadow shook her head, “No, and that worries me.” she answered, she paused, letting her thoughts run as a sinking thought immediately assaulted her mind,

Peter said nervously as I looked over the wolf a little closer. "I'll see when he wakes up," I bargained, touching his silver fur through the kennel. He was so pretty. "Can you get me my little med kit from the kitchen?" I asked. I had handled many hurt animals before and put together an emergency pack for them specifically. The cuts I'd seen earlier didn't seem that bad now, even if the blood-soaked fur indicated otherwise. His left leg had it the worst. It was skinned and bleeding badly. Peter did as I asked and brought it back.

Then she smiled, her amber eyes softly tearing up, “I know, stupid joke. But maybe Gio and our little hero will be friends, like I always hoped would happen with Robyn.” My last shift, only a few days ago, showed our little silver wolf has finally descended. Hidden away in the shadows where other wolves hesitated to venture, there was now nothing to see. The floor scorched back for metres around its perimeter where lighting had lashed it centuries. Once more, a furious golden flare of anger chased my wolf out of its ability to show me much else. The silver wolf has descended.

female—a silver prize with the mark of the Priestess. Three shadows emerge from the brush on the far side of the clearing. They are ragged, scarred wolves with eyes the color of stagnant water. Silas leads them, his muzzle grey with age and malice. He doesn't see me in the shadows; he only sees the silver wolf standing over a fresh kill. “A stray,” Silas’s psychic rasp echoes through the clearing, oily and invasive. “A beautiful, unranked stray with a feast to share. Move aside, little moon, and maybe we’ll let you keep a bone.”

Her voice cracked with panic. "Kill that bitch now!" The remaining six wolves rushed forward simultaneously. They leaped into the air. Shifting completely mid jump. I could barely focus. The world had become hazy. Then suddenly— A silver blur flew over my head. A massive shadow collided with the leading attacker. The impact shattered bones. The wolf screamed before being ripped apart. I blinked. My vision swam. And then realization struck. The dizziness. The weakness. The burning wounds. Silver. Their claws had been reinforced with silver blades.

Standing in front of her, mere feet away, was a massive wolf. But it wasn't like any wolf she'd ever seen. It was huge-- easily twice the size of a normal wolf, with a powerful build that radiated strength. Its fur was pure silver, shimmering in the blue light like it was made of moonlight itself. And its eyes... its eyes were the same color as hers. Then it flashed golden. Callie screamed. She scrambled backward, her hands slipping on the smooth stone as she tried to put distance between herself and the creature.