Silverback Werewolf Novels & Stories

A chair squeaked as someone adjusted their weight. “The wolf being under the strain of continuous healing from the metal allergy will begin to fade.” The Alpha heaved a heavy sigh. “Fuck.” “Indeed.” Logan agreed. “I cannot complete the mate bond without her wolf and without that soul tie, I will have no access to her powers.” “We have to get her wolf back.” Alpha Greyson growled. “Bring her in. I'll take that collar off if you're one hundred percent sure that you can control her.” I didn't hear an answer but a set of footsteps crossed the room coming in my direction. I withdrew my focus and schooled my expression into pleasant neutrality. As much as the Alpha scared me, I had to do this. For

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.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

Werewolves are vulnerable to silver and can die if the cut is deep enough. Wait. Where's my wolf? I haven't felt her in a while now. Instead, I heard the other voice speak to me. 'Don't be scared. Stop blocking me and channel into my power. With my help, you are stronger than all of them on full moon nights. Use me.' The Skinwalker took a deep breath as I watched his hand tremble. Her eyes. They are glowing! Fuck!" Dropping the silver blade, he sprinted into the woods as the recently shifted wolf chased after him in a frantic hurry.

I asked, earning an amused look from him. “It seems Angelina’s been filling you up on a few things.” “No, she just…” “It’s fine. That’s necessary knowledge, and yes. Silver can be very deadly to werewolves; many who push past their limit get severely injured, and others don’t survive at all. But those who do survive join the pack as soldiers and that is considered an honor. The second level is more… intense. Silver isn’t the only thing being used during the test. Wolfsbane too, do you know what this is?”

“Yes, Alpha Isabella. And yes, to your next question. But when he took the job to take your photo, he was told no harm would come to you. He didn’t know your drink had been spiked. He was sick over it when he found out. I swear. He didn’t know.” “I believe you. I am so sorry you lost your son.” Her eyes shoot to mine as if she didn’t expect my answer. I try to sit up and become lightheaded. I flop back against the headboard. Stabbing needle sensations jab at my ribs. “You know, pureblood werewolves are self-healing through our wolves…And while sensitive to silver, it doesn’t pose a fatal risk to us. It slows our healing capabilities only slightly. You almost died, child. Have you had a react

Liam Rose spent the next couple days sleeping a lot. It was the recovery I knew she needed. Her wolf had no experience processing silver, and I could tell my own wolf was absent quite frequently, helping his mate to guide her through. Silver and werewolves was tricky business. Silver affected just the wolf, but with how closely connected the human and wolf were, silver would kill them both. The way us Wulvers had evolved, though, the wolf could pull away from its human counterpart. With no body to kill, the wolf recovered. Some of the stronger wolves, like Lya’s, could process it much quicker and return faster, or even do it in tandem.

“Like I told you, Amber is not an ordinary wolf. She's the silver wolf and that was why the mangalrow was interested in her. In the history of werewolves, a silver wolf was said to exist years ago, like seven to eight hundred years ago. During her existence, mangalrows lurked around everywhere. After her death, mangalrows were nowhere to be found again. That is why not many people know about mangalrows because they are ancient creatures that didn't exist for years. For them to start existing now in the werewolf world means that another silver wolf has been born, and that silver wolf is Amber.” “How do you know that Amber is the silver wolf. I mean, she doesn't have any power and her wolf is

Arnault sneers, “We aren’t idiots, we know you want to add our packs to yours and rule as if you are a King.” “Well that certainly helps shorten the introduction,” I smile at him. “What is in it for us?” Alpha William speaks up. He always was the most practical of the lot. Stayed away from the fray as much as he could. Hoping we would forget he exists. Silver blood is located at the edge of wolf territory, near the border with the vampires. “Gee, do you think William has back up from the vampires?” “No, they don’t mingle,” he sounds sure of himself