Silver Wolves Novels & Stories

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.

His clan was feared and respected for a good reason. He was already too late for the start of the ceremony where the male wolves got a chance to look at all the participating, she-wolves. Noah did not mind missing it because he was not interested in the she-wolves and the male wolves just annoyed him. They were a bunch of raging hormones ready to explode. It seemed like they couldn’t keep their wolves in check so all that came out of their mouths was talk about fucking their mate. He had been lucky with his wolf Achak. Achak meant spirit in Native American and he had always been a calm beacon for Noah. Since the day he transformed Achak had been something he could rely on. His thoughts got i

Teach her how to be a Wolf. He stepped back from the bed and turned to his Beta, 'I am sure the Moon Goddess has plans for her, Katya is the rarest wolf of all, a Royal Pure Blood, descended from the very first Wolf Pack. That is why she is purest silver, the few of them that remain are similar shades to her. I do not understand why she has no knowledge of her Ancestry, fuck, she does not even understand she is a Wolf. Why has she been living among the humans? We must protect her until we know why she has been sent to us. I want her guarded 24/7. No-one but you or I comes into this room and we come in together. This is not going to be easy for any of us.’

Well, that is because he is the only one that has the power to control a newbie from going rampage and also, after the change, bonds with the newbie to become an official member of the pack. Well, as you can tell, since the alpha wasn't there with me that night, I am not officially part of the pack. So no one could guess I have a wolf. One thing also, my wolf's color is silver, like literally silver. It was never heard of that a silver wolf exists or existed before, so I dare not tell anyone about it. I splash water on my face once more before quickly doing my morning routines and going upstairs to the pack's kitchen to prepare meals for the whole pack. After that, I cleaned the whole mansio

The uncertainty gnawed at me. I flipped through the pages, absorbing every detail. The text described the white wolves' abilities in vivid detail: their capacity to heal wounds with a touch, to manipulate the elements, and to draw strength from the earth itself. These abilities were a direct gift from the moon goddess, who had created the white wolves to maintain balance and harmony in the world. The other wolves, lacking these divine gifts, grew resentful and ultimately conspired to wipe out the white wolves to eliminate the perceived threat to their own power.

The Silverline Packs were damaged beyond repair, they were only about fifteen or seventeen in numbers and most of them were wounded while some appeared as if life had departed from them. A part that was normally supposed to be about seven hundred wolves was now left to just seventeen helpless wolves. Silverline is one of the oldest and most powerful Packs in the world. They not only have wolves but also witches, Nephilims, and dragon breeders were the inhabitants of this Pack. "Alert Dean. Tell him we'll be moving some of these people to the hospital soon. We need him to be ready" I commanded my Beta and he nodded almost immediately. "Alpha," Moon bowed as soon as he was in front of me.

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority. His majestic silver fur, shimmering under the moonlight, spoke of a lineage steeped in ancient legends. The wolves, fierce and loyal, followed their leader without question, their hearts beating in Arvandus, a man of great wisdom and vast experience, possessed an unparalleled comprehension of the enigmatic forest and its intricate tapestry of life.