Silverback Werewolf Novels & Stories

It weighs about one kilogram, to which Genesis disgust. But what makes her horrified to know? The sharp arrowhead is made of underground silver. Its resemblance to a Ramcat Diamondback Fixed-Blade Broadhead. Quivering in fear, Genesis fastly hops on Winter's back to request, "Winter, we need to warn the other Ladies out of the woods. Our werewolves couldn't take immense damage to any underground silver item. Any werewolf won't have the ability to heal their human host." Giulianna, Genesis's werewolf, starts to mind-link with her.

My stare can’t even drift from the knife in her hand. “You see this, it’s a blade that the edges has been mixed with Silver. I’m sure you know what silver does to a werewolf.” She smirks and slides her finger tip on it slippery. Silver is feared by all werewolves. As much as it miraculously strengthens the Alpha of the Silver moon pack, its dangerous for others. She looks at one of the omega who is standing at the left side of the room behind her. “Get the wolfbane. I’d love to spice things up” she adds and grins. My eyes widens on hearing the mention of wolfbane.

Lydia was here in the warlock cavern, alive and direct. "There she is. Grab the pig". Alora hissed as two guards rushed to me, grabbing me roughly by both arms. "Let go of me. What is going on....". I don't finish my sentence when a bucket of silver pours from my head down to my toe, causing me to shriek and crumple to the ground, as murmurs and whispers break out from the council of elders and other warlocks around. Silver was the only substance that had the power to reveal a wolf through identity.

But Kyrian, Kael, and Kairo did. Silver’s duties demanded she fetch water and offerings, but her legs carried her closer to the triplets, despite her efforts to stay invisible. Every time she moved, the air shimmered slightly, a soft glow outlining her silver hair. Whispers traveled across the festival. “Did you see her?” one wolf murmured. “The way the ground responds to her steps?” “She’s… powerful,” another admitted. Silver’s stomach knotted. She wasn’t ready for this. Not in front of hundreds of werewolves, not when the pack still saw her as an outcast. And yet… she could not hide who she was anymore.

I swallowed what felt like a boulder when I saw the glint of the golden blade against the dim lights of the motel room. Silver is a werewolf’s weakness; gold is a witch’s. Most don’t know this fact because witches keep this secret close to their chests. Our pack only knew because of our mother. They knew how painful gold was to the touch, just like silver burns a werewolf’s skin and flesh. Yaya covered her eyes, but I couldn’t. I watched as he tortured my mother, slicing her open slowly. I watched as she fought the urge to scream as her skin burned. I watched, and now, I hate them.

“Relax pretty boy, no one is going to hurt you. I will explain everything you’ve just seen.” “Explain?” I shrieked. “Explain what? That Logan is an animal and Kayla is a vampire and you are…what are you?” “A wolf is what I am. And yes Kayla is a vampire.” Silver reached into her tight jeans and pulled out a small transparent box which she tossed at Kayla. It contained green contacts. Everything fell into place. Her eyes. I always thought they were strange but then again I never thought too much about them because my hormones were on a rampage the few times I spoke with her.

Hanks maintained one position as he had his balls and cock sucked, not showing through his expression whether he was interested in the pleasure or in the experiment about to be conducted. On the stage, Augustine unshackled the specimens after piercing them with syringes that contained the prototype. Both men slumped on the floor, squirming as they gasped for breath. Augustine took that opportunity and addressed the crowd of spectators. “The newest prototype contains what they call Silver, known to weaken werewolves. But that’s not the only thing. This prototype was made with the Sigillaria tree. A very ancient tree is found in the city of Greece. This heightens their urge to kill themselves,

He was my second-in-command, a scarred wolf with silver running through his dark hair and eyes that missed nothing. "You enjoyed that way too much," he said dryly. "Watching pack wolves squirm? Always." I glanced down at Sera. Her face was peaceful in sleep, but I could feel the power still under her skin. "Did you see their faces when they realized who she was?" "Half of them looked terrified. The other half looked like they wanted to drag her back and lock her in a cage." Marcus paused. "Are you sure about this, Kade? Harboring a Silver Blood is going to bring us attention we don't need."

This time he grabbed me by my hair and dropped me to the ground. I cried out in pain as he kicked me in the side. I tried to get up but I was too weak. I looked over to Sylvia and David as they could barely stand. Silver, if it penetrated a werewolf’s body it’s very deadly. Outside the body, silver can weaken a werewolf greatly. That’s why Tony and Sylvia are hardly able to move. I mustered up all the strength I could get and tried to crawl over to them.

My fingers finally closed around the small can. The second they ripped my jacket open, I pulled it out and slammed the nozzle. Silver dust sprayed into their faces. They screamed and staggered back. But in the struggle, some of the powder sprayed back onto my arm. The searing pain made me cry out. Silver is poison to werewolves. "Fuck! The bitch has silver!" the rogues cursed, clutching their burned faces. "What do we do? She's hurt bad!" "Call him! If she dies, we're all screwed!"