Silver Wolves Novels & Stories

I ask as I pull off a piece of pancake and pop it into my mouth; Flora doesn’t say anything until I’ve eaten two pancakes and several pieces of apple and orange. “The Winter Wolves are the closest thing we have to royalty. They don’t sit on thrones or wear crowns but their bloodline can be traced back to when shifters first settled in America. The stories say they came from cold climates which is why their wolves are always snow white and why they settled in Alaska, apparently, if a Winter Wolf leaves the Pack and they don’t meet their fated mate, they are drawn back to Alaska like some kind of magical pull.” Flora flattens out her skirt while speaking so she completely misses the way I drop

851 AD The first snow of the winter was building on the horizon, casting out its tendrils of freezing winds to clear the way. Harvest was well and truly over and the men had returned from their hunting trips to now help with the final touches in securing the Pack's dens for the winter. The season could be cruel here but the wolves had learnt how to fare against the harsh conditions without the aid of the human settlement some fifteen kilometres to the south. But that was because the Northern Star pack had something that other packs didn't; their Luna was a witch.

“That’s part of it. But there’s more to it than that. Let’s just say we have a history. I am sorry they spoiled your mood. I really had no idea they were invited by my father.” I nodded, deciding not to push further. He changed the subject, his tone lighter. “So, what do you know about wolf types?” “Not much,” I admitted. “Just the basics.” “Did you know there are rare types of wolves?” he asked, his eyes glinting with interest. “Rare?” “Yeah. Like white wolves,” he said. “They’re called vortex wolves. They’re incredibly powerful and said to be reincarnations of the moon goddess herself.”

she finally said something that would create a breakthrough for us. “A witch has to be there to perform the ritual, especially one as powerful as giving werewolves those kinds of powers. So if you’re looking for anyone, look for packs that have witches living among the members,” she said. I turned to Darius as if silently asking him to think of all the packs with witches living among the pack members, and his eyes lit up. “There are only two packs I know that have witches living among them. Silversnow pack and Moonblood pack,” he said.

Any hint of empathy faded from Sirius's eyes instantly, and he wheeled on me in disgust as he growled coldly, "You're not setting a foot in my house until you kneel and apologize to Lola! Let's see how long you can keep up that stubborn streak!" I smirked in contempt—he was going to be disappointed, because I was going to marry the future head of the Serpentkins in just two days. Suddenly, a car came hurtling toward us, clearly out of control. Sirius quickly transformed into his wolf form, grabbed Lola, and leaped away. The Lycans had always been famous for their strength and speed, after all. Still, by accident or otherwise, he knocked me to the ground, close to the car. I felt a sharp pain

“I know he will assign you to do that soon. The Alpha told me before that his son wanted a Luna from that Golden Wolves’ Breed.” “So, is the myth true father, that the Golden Wolves are the most powerful wolf, because of their mental powers?” Lexus asked curiously. His father nodded. “It is not a myth Lexus; that is the truth. That was why many Alphas before made sure that the Alpha and Luna of that breed would not survive. The Luna however was wise enough to hand over her daughter to some hikers in the mountain, who were able to flee bringing with them the remaining Golden She-wolf. The Golden Alpha and Luna were killed but their daughter survived.”

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

Milo laid his head down and remained where he was. A black eagle swooped down and looses a cry before landing on a branch in a pine tree ten feet from Amerie. The wolf huffed but didn’t avert its gaze from Amerie. The wind picked up and swept Amerie’s hair toward the wolf, the animal’s fur seeming to glisten with silver and gold as the wind rustled it. Amerie had never seen anything like it.

"No, Del, you know what you're going to do is very wrong." "Delaphine," Junior again called her. "I'm coming, give me a sec," Delaphine told him. "You don't have to come, Delaphine," said to me. "Werewolves can kill you," I tried to talk her out of going. "Werewolves don't normally come out during the day time there mostly out during the night," she told me. Werewolves truly did mostly come out at night to hunt us. During the daytime, it seems they rested saving their energy for the night.