Silverback Werewolf Novels & Stories

Once we were all seated, David stood in front of the tv. “I told you I’d check up on your friend. And I don’t say things that I don’t mean. So I dug into it and pulled a couple of favors.” David began. “So first off, your friend is a werewolf. They are part of a purist pack called the Silvermane.” Way to drop an atomic bomb! Leo’s a werewolf too!? What are the odds? I was shocked I didn’t even have words. “Holy fuck…” I managed to utter.

“My tears still haven’t dried, and I can still feel the noose around my neck as we walk through what’s more or less my only friend’s tomb, but by all means, go ahead and make me feel stupid on top of it.” He sighs, but he doesn’t sound annoyed anymore. He almost sounds guilty. “I’m sorry, Maya. You’re not stupid, and I’m sorry if I made you feel that way. I think this says more about how detached I am from what’s normal outside the palace than anything.” I nod, even if he can’t see it in the dark. “Thanks. So, are you going to tell me what the big deal with silver is now?” “Right. Well, because of our quick-healing, ordinary weapons typically cause pretty minimal harm to werewolves. Only sil

That is when I noticed something my eyes had missed out on earlier. Something sharp and shiny was embedded in his skin. ‘Silver,’ I realized with a start. I wasn’t sure when exactly the rogue leader had pulled out silver to hurt Elijah, but I could see tiny bits and pieces sticking out of his skin. As if it hadn’t been a clean cut of a silver blade but something that burst into pieces and lodged itself inside his skin, slowing down the healing. Silver used to be our kryptonite. It hampered the wolf’s ability to heal, reduced a wolf’s strength and was deadly to werewolves if not treated on time.

When we reached the border, his friends were already coming towards the center, aiming to take him to the hospital, without wasting any time Noah took him in his arms and rushed with his wolf speed to reach the hospital in a minute. Silver metal is the poison for us wolves, though becoming adult our wolf build up the immunity to fight with the poison unless the contact is beyond the certain limit, but for teens who are still growing and near to their first shift, coming in contact with silver metal can act as a fatal for their wolves, saving their human side, their wolves take it on them and quietly dies within. Therefore, it wasn’t allowed to keep the silver metal open, neither was it sold

He reached out to contacts from his past life as a vampire, seeking insights and guidance from those who had a deeper understanding of the intricate dynamics between werewolf packs and the centuries-old enmity between vampires and werewolves. In his quest to unite with Mara, Simon began to learn the unique customs, traditions, and laws of the Silver Moon Pack. He knew that to win her over, he had to not only respect her world but become a part of it. He learned about the significance of the lunar ceremonies and the importance of loyalty within the pack. He studied the legends that defined their culture and the bonds that held the members of the pack together. In the process, Simon started to

This wasn't the eyes of a woman fawning over me, it looked different, felt different, but I just couldn't pinpoint it. I gave a lopsided grin then brushed my thumb against her lips. There were traces of dried blood there, it looked like she had been tortured more than the rest. I stood straight, a smug smirk plastered on my face. These silver-haired people had a thing for messing with me. It had to be the hair. Silver-haired wolves were said to possess powers beyond the ordinary abilities of werewolves. Mating with them as a normal werewolf had a way to boost your abilities and, somehow, they were highly sought after, but this one right here was said to be human.

He just kept on laughing as he watched my blood flow down and after getting satisfied, he walked out of the cell while bragging. Now, as I laid silently on the hard floor I tried and ignored the fresh blood that was trickling down my wrists that were cuffed in silver shackles. If it was anything other then silver I would be ok but open wound exposure to silver causes werewolves extreme pain and weakens us. Unlucky for me, Steven’s favourite metal was silver. Not only did silver give us physical pain, but it also made scars if it was exposed to our raw flesh.

They practice with non-silver knives in order to not cause too much damage, but they’re all well aware that a real enemy would almost definitely be using silver weapons. Silver is a werewolves one true weakness. When it contacts the skin, it causes burns and leaves scars. When stabbed with a silver knife, a werewolf’s advanced healing is unable to mend the wound the way it normally would, posing a greater risk. When silver enters the bloodstream, it acts as a poison, burning the body from the inside out. The substance is legally only allowed to be owned by the government, but that doesn’t stop some from illegally making weapons out of it themself.

That sounded way less stupid in my head. They all sigh, grumble, and scoff at once. Roman is rubbing his forehead, the twins are snickering, and Slate looks disgusted, causing a nervous giggle to escape me. “The silver is true. It’s one of the very few things that can kill us. The full moon is only partially true—our first transformation is under a full moon. The werewolf hierarchy is true. I am the Alpha of our pack, but like that horrid movie,” he continues, as though it pains him to agree with it.

My wolf was viciously growling, practically clawing on the inside, begging to be allowed out. It was permeant and was made by using a silver knife. Silver is highly dangerous to werewolves, it burns through our skin and can stop us from communicating with our pack and shifting into our wolf, essentially making us human. Even for a werewolf who had not yet shifted, it would affect their skin the same. Leaving any marks permanent.