Silver Wolf Meaning Novels & Stories

“Why did you have to leave when you shifted?” Using the corner of the towel I wipe the tears that have stained my face. “Because I am a Silver Wolf, and my mother is a Silver Wolf.” Erebus only looks at me in confusion. “Two Silver Wolves cannot exist in the same pack at the same time. It is thought that the younger wolf unknowingly steals the magic abilities from the older wolf over time.” “So that’s why it is believed that only one Silver Wolf exists at a time.” Erebus mumbles to himself and I nod in response. “Is that why you ran to Colorado? To put more distance between yourself and your mother?”

Behind her, two massive gray wolves with silver collars stood perfectly still, their jaws dripping with foam as they stared at us. "The prophecy is non-negotiable," the seer said, her voice carrying the physical weight of an Alpha command that made even my muscles lock up on the floor. "The silver wolf belongs to the earth, and the Wolfe lineage ends tonight."

“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.”

When she had drunk to her stomach's satisfaction, she finally raised her head so we could see our beautiful fur. I had a silver wolf, the fur looked like it glistened and had the most beautiful shimmering blue eyes. My wolf’s eyes were literally glowing abd looked so fucking perfect. I had heard that silver wolves were blessed or the moon goddess’ children or something and since I had a silver wolf, that meant it had to be really special. 'Mother—’ ‘’Just call me Mom.’ I heard her chuckle. I chuckled too. ‘Sorry about that. My wolf is silver, does that mean I possess any kind of special ability?’

You can hear his back break as he snaps against the trunk. She slowly makes her way across the small gap to the wolf. He tries to stand up but cannot move yet. His healing ability is slower as a rogue. Once she is standing in front of him, “You dare to attack me?” she says through a mind-link. Both the rogue and I are stunned. How can she communicate with him? We are not a part of the same Pack. “Who are you?” he demands through the mind-link. “Since you are about to die, I can tell you. I am the silver wolf. We are born once every hundred years. We are among the most powerful wolves walking the earth and are direct descendants of the Moon Goddess herself,” she says coldly.

“She didn’t say. She said the wolves will guide me there.” “That’s highly suspicious.” His father commented and he grunted his agreement. “Exactly my thoughts.” “What do we know about silver wolves? They can’t be ordinary, can they?” Sab brought it up. “Speaking to a woman through a male wolf… that’s not usual, is it?” Alex also raised. “Certainly a first. We can consult the elders tomorrow and discuss this with them. Silver wolves… I can’t remember what exactly I read about them. They’re related to the moon goddess or something.” Clyde frowned, not liking not knowing anything about the situation.

My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. And then the smell hit me. Burnt flesh. Blood. And something sharper, metallic, that stung my nose and made the hair on my neck stand. Silver. The word formed in my mind before I saw it, because every wolf knew the warning. Silver was the one thing we were never meant to touch. It burned our skin, corrupted our healing, and left marks that never faded. The elders whispered that silver was cursed, forged by the Moon Goddess herself to punish wolves who broke their vows.

I asked amused at the little prey’s statement. “She is strong,” Mitne’s words drew me in suddenly. She? A Shewolf? The only way a she-woll can be alpha is when she is royalty or have a strong alpha bloodline that has had alphas in the offspring for generations. “I see, and she is the one who makes silver weapons?” I asked and Mitne nodded. It is not known in this city by all but we are a wolf pack that hunts down rogues and any wolf that threatens to expose our existence in the world to the humans. We are the boogeyman in the night under your bed or the serial killer lurking in the shadows as you walk home.

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 ...

‘You must, I can scent the humans are coming and I cannot protect you against them. Lifting her head she heard them crashing through the woods, 'I tell you I saw it. A huge Silver Wolf. You know what that means. We must find it for him he will pay well for such a specimen.’ A gruff voice said ‘Don’t kill it, we must catch it alive, he always says that there is so much we can learn from such a creature’