Silverback Werewolf Novels & Stories

Fred asked, on the verge of laughing at the stupid nickname. "Scarhead. Apparently, he's the one leading the rogues now," she explained. "But the real troublesome thing here is that they didn't have that pack name just for the sake of it," Tyrone added. Wendell nodded and finished it off. "They're silver users." "Silver? How arrogant!" Zane exclaimed. "They want to kill, so what? Are they that of a weakling? Don't they know they're as susceptible to silver as every werewolf?"

Another rogue spoke up, a calculating glint in his eyes, "Alright then, mysterious lady. How about a little test? Let's see if you can prove you're not just a pretty face." I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued, "Oh, I do love a challenge. What do you have in mind?" He smirked, clearly enjoying this little game, "Tell us something about werewolves that only someone who's genuinely interested would know." I leaned in conspiratorially, my lips curving into a sly smile, "Well, for starters, I'm well aware that silver is more than just a fashion statement for your kind. It's a weakness, a vulnerability. The touch of silver can burn like fire."

He was naked cause of the transformation but I wasn’t looking at his body, I felt disgusted by him. Three black vans appeared and they forcefully made us get inside them. They made us wear silver handcuffs. If they had ropes I would have break free but with silver my strength was not an option. We were at the back with 4 of them, all of them must hadn’t have shower for days. Roques are packless wolves that they have no alpha and no territory, most of them they are not threatening but some of them are like gangs. As for the silver is the weakness of werewolves along side with wolfsbane.

he said sneeringly, “But one thing is sure—you disgust me, Silver.” I turned to Amelia, a cold smirk tugged at her lips was unreadable as though her schemes under her sleeves were going well—to get Volvo for herself. Volvo Blackwood—An Alpha-blooded. Towering. Battle-scarred being. “Just leave.” ********** He stood close to the riverbank in nothing but black training trousers, his back shinning with sweat streaming down his skin. His shoulders were broad, tense. His silver eyes caught the moonlight, making him look like something carved from stone.

My past was unknown, and the pack had adopted me as a pup. Lucas leant forward, his eyes piercing through the layers of deception. "Anya, you're not like the others. You're special. Do you know what it means to be a silver wolf?" A furrow deepened on my forehead. "Silver wolf? I've never heard of that." Lucas sighed, as if grappling with the weight of a revelation. "You are one of the rare species of silver wolves, one of the last in the world. It comes from a lineage that is known for its strength, agility, and connection to forces beyond our comprehension.

The lady who had followed them in blew a whistle with her lips and suddenly from behind us five men walked out of the forest pulling along with them two bags full of Silver. "That's just a token of the best kind of silver there is. If you want to remain on top, then you must have something that makes the others bow" Thomas said as they brought the bags. I nodded to Mateo to assess it. He didn't touch it, after all, it was as deadly to us as it would be to the others. "A werewolf who deals with his weakness must be truly feared." He commented. I stared at him blankly for some time as he spoke, I was never one to hand in a full response. So I walked up to him when Mateo confirmed our parcel an

“I don’t mean to scare you but I’m certain you are already aware that things are getting very bad for you. The flair you had upstairs as well as the one you had a few minutes ago is a very concerning symptom of silver withdrawal so it’s very important that you be completely honest with me. Have you ever, at any time in your life, used silver as a drug?” Shock washes over his face, he appears to be at a loss for words. “No ma’am.” He finally whispers. “I started helping Olivia when I was sixteen and I’ve been protecting the littles since I was seventeen. I have to keep a sound mind for that.” “I didn’t think so but I always have to ask as that is the most common cause for silver being in a we

Adrian asked now very interested in the conversation. "Silver!" Sham answered. "It kills werewolves. But it works effectively when given continuously and in bits". Adrian smirked. This boy was indeed foolish. Getting that secret was too easy. "I overheard a werewolf at his death bed passing this secret over to a werekeeper" Sham continued explaining. "And all you want in return is to be the Alpha while the weredragons dominate?" Adrian asked rubbing his fingers together, thoughtfully. "Yes" Sham affirmed.

As I turned the pages, a cold wave of shock and anger rushed through my veins. This was not a book of normal trade laws. It was a detailed, secret record of massive, illegal silver smuggling operations. Silver was the ultimate weakness of every Lycan. Pure silver metal could burn a werewolf’s skin, stop their supernatural healing, and weaken their inner wolf until they could no longer fight. Because of this extreme danger, the royal laws of the Crescent Phoenix pack were very strict. No one was allowed to import, trade, or hold large amounts of silver without the direct permission of the three princes.

Lily and Gabrielle had been walking for a long while now. They had already made their way out of Gabrielle’s house and were on a trail that led to a dense forest. “It might seem hard to believe but both the Lunar Wolves and the Red moon are werewolves from different races. They are hardly friendly with each other. Werewolves are divided into three races. The two major race are the white wolves, and the black wolves while the last and most powerful are the silver wolves. The silver wolves are unique and hard to find. They also make up the major rulers of the werewolf clan.” Gabrielle explained as they continued their walk into the forest.