Silver Wolf Feet Novels & Stories

She's not as weak as I thought, she's my mate and I couldn't see it all this while, I kept on rejecting her and fighting with her, I am a fool__ a very huge one. “I second that!!” I heard the snug voice of my wolf. I should have noticed it when my wolf reached out to me in the tent, I should have known she was the one that called him out. “Of course, she called me out, I and Silver has been communicating but you refuse to accept her!!” He replied. “Who is Silver?” I asked. “Silver is Sylvia’s wolf idiot, she's the one you always see in your dreams!!”He replied.

After following silver wolf for couple of minute’s she finally stopped in her track when silver wolf himself stopped ahead. An unexplainable calmness grew around them as silver fur Wolf then slowly turned to look at Jasmine who was still in hypnotized trance, he than leisurely opened his wide mouth and reveled his sharp blade like canines that could easily pierce any flesh, a small growl vibrated from his chest as his glowing red eyes remained hooked on Jasmine who was standing at not so far distance from him. “AAAAAAAAaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu……………………………………………” sliver wolf howled loudly representing his intention; his piercing howl was enough to bring Jasmine back from her trance.

"All of it. What is the Silver Shard, and what is the 'pure, cold light' needed for the Claiming?" ​ Kael set his knife down, his silver eyes fixed on the fire. He looked tired, the façade of the ruthless Alpha momentarily lowered. ​ "The Silver Moon Pack was founded by an Alpha who mated a rare, silver-coated wolf, but she was a powerful elemental witch. She foresaw a magical plague that would wipe out the entire Northern Wolf territory. She couldn't stop the plague itself, but she created an artifact—a magical ward, powered by her bloodline's unique, unshifted essence. That ward is the Silver Shard."

For a little while, it was just us and the forest. When Alexa finally slowed down, I noticed a lake ahead, its water so clear it looked like glass. “Wow, look at that,” I said through the mindlink, my voice soft with awe. Alexa padded closer, her paws silent on the soft earth, until we reached the edge of the lake. I caught her reflection in the water, and my breath hitched. She was a silver wolf, her fur shimmering like moonlight, with patches of white woven through it. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, stunned. Silver and white wolves were rare—almost unheard of. I’d never seen one in person, and now here I was, staring at my own wolf. “We’re rare, Alexa. Did you know that?”

My spine lengthened. My shoulders broadened violently. The pain was unbearable. And yet my wolf welcomed it. Because this wasn’t just a shift. It was something else. Something ancient. Something powerful. Fur spread across my chest and neck. But it wasn’t dark like most wolves. It gleamed pale beneath the moonlight. Silver. Bright. Almost glowing. Aisha stared in disbelief. “She’s… silver.” Zira stepped back slowly. “Silver wolves only exist in legends.” Krager’s expression had gone completely still.

The sound is pathetic, more animal than human, and the nearest wolves in the front row smirk. The silver is designed to weaken, to strip the wolf out of a body and leave only meat behind. I feel it like a rot, crawling up my arms, sapping everything good and hot and alive from my veins. My fingers tingle, then go numb. I flex them anyway, refusing to give the crowd the spectacle of collapse.

As for me, who had cushioned her fall, my left foot, crushed under both of our weight, had been twisted brutally against the silver ore. There was not much blood, but my entire leg hung at a sickening angle, and I could not feel anything at all. The silver suppressed my wolf, stripping away my healing ability. The pain devoured my whole body. They cradled Lily anxiously, ignoring me as I sat there pale, drenched in cold sweat, clutching my ruined foot. For werewolves, injuries caused by silver could not heal on their own. Severe wounds could even leave permanent scars, unless treated in time with a rare antidote.

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.

She must be involved,’ I asked. ‘No, it’s not her. But I can’t smell anything, so I’m not sure,’ she replied. ‘Why can’t we break free from these chains? We just got our powers back!’ I shouted in frustration. ‘Because those powers are just 1% of our real ones. Astrid, I can’t speak anymore. The Silver is choking me, draining all my energy,’ she gasped in pain. I understood her plight well. Silver was always too fatal for our wolves, making them weaker and lifeless. It hindered their ability to surface and communicate effectively.

The iron armor cracked against the stone, the hound letting out a sickening crunch as its ribs shattered. "Keep them off the Queen!" Killian roared, his amber eyes flaring with a dangerous, unstable fire as the primitive wolf spirit in his blood pushed for control. I did not wait for the Southern warriors to reach us. I raised my hand, my fingers spreading as I released a sharp, silent pulse of silver light across the snow. The silver did not kill, but it acted as a solid, freezing wave. The three lead Iron Hounds froze in their tracks, their paws sticking to the icy crust of the snow as the silver energy turned the moisture around them into solid ice.