Silver Wolves Novels & Stories

"The entery goes on to say, 'Douglas was digging a little more into the pack and it's goings-on when he heard that the girl didn't get far before the alpha's trackers found her hiding out a few towns over. They followed her and when she was alone chased and cornered her in an alley but somehow she got away and the trackers were brought back to be treated for serious burns. I think that when she was trapped and probably scared out of her mind, her emotions were running wild and especially as she was unable to shift due to the pregnancy, Rosalee burnt them to protect herself. I suspect using a power unbeknowing to her, because if she knew about it I believe she would have used it sooner. Rosal

But the chatter was useful: a brief insight into the life of the pack and at the same time an instruction for the stupid girl not to try to escape. “Practically the entire Lake Valley is our pack, eighty percent. Twenty more are people who work here. But within a radius of ten kilometers, only wolves, - Elya explained with pressure. “I already understood that it was useless to run away,” Lilya kicked a large bump with her foot. - Yes, I'm not talking about that, although ... - I understand. How do you stay in one place for so long? “Oh, oh, it’s so easy. Ten or fifteen years is quite possible to be in public. Now it's Leo, Mitya and me, but soon Mom and Aru will have to take care of business

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

A woman, with wings like that of a sparrow, was busy tending to the nearest one. I couldn’t tell if the person on the cot was male or female, as they were laying on their back, but that was the least of our problems. Their flesh was torn in several places, ripped open into horrifying gashes that could’ve come from only one thing. They had been whipped. “Solana’s sentries have been punishing those who act against her. Most of the wounded are wolves.” Katya confessed; her eyes glossy. I flinched hard at her words. They opened up that part of me that was connected to every wolf, and as I pinpointed the injured, I felt their pain cascade through my veins.

"Surely they had traitors." "Did you?" I ask Nira. She nods. "For someone to leave the pack, they had to fight Amira or Tavin, her trainer. No one wanted that. The ones who attempted to leave without permission were dealt with." She fidgets with her fingers nervously. She might have been close to the former alpha but she doesn't do well with me. "Who is the closest to the she wolf?" I ask. "Tavin Brooks or Iyla Banks." She says quickly.

As Max had phrased it, ‘You could fuck a tree, and as long as you are a good person, I would accept you. I’m currently sitting by the lake; this has become my paradise. We have been blessed with a small flock of swans who have decided to make a stop on their way south for the winter. They are truly majestic creatures and appear unfazed by the presence of wolves. Their pure white feathers glisten when wet, and they own the water.

They had spent the afternoon marching straight up to the fated summit, their hands tightly locked together until the very moment the shadows began to close around the mountain. “They’re here,” Astrid’s inner wolf growled within her mind, its posture rigid, its gold eyes flaring to life beneath her skin. From the dense pine forests of the northern slope, a synchronized chorus of deep, terrifying howls shattered the silence. Emerging from the snow drifts like a wall of ash and muscle were the warriors of the Silvertooth Pack. Hundreds of wolves, their amber eyes glowing in the eclipse's crimson shadow, formed a massive semicircle around the northern edge of the platform. At their head stood Ma

Danny comforted me. "You saved my family Sasha and I thank you." Emmett smiled as he stroked Charlie's hair. "I think the twins are green wolves." Danny added. "Green wolves?" Emmett asked. "Green emerald wolves are rare to the Celtic Crescent Moon Pack, most people have heard of white wolves and their power. There also exists green wolves who are direct descendents of Selena the Moon Goddess but are connected to the earth also. Why do you think the twins are green wolves?" Alpha Williams asked.

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.

He was a big black wolf that transformed fast, running g to get what he wanted, Kayden's death. He was so blinded with hatred, that he didn't think for his defeat. Clark was always bloodthirsty, he also got what he wanted by force, and the fact that Kayden was a main Alpha, didn't stop him, not even this time. His ego will get him in trouble, this time for sure, because he doesn't know who his dealing with. Silver wolves were rare. They were also the strongest and fastest among all wolves that existed, ever. Clark knew that very well, but he refused to admit it, just like everything else.