Silverback Werewolf Novels & Stories

These weren’t rogues; their movements were too disciplined, their auras too strong, radiating the authority of pack wolves. “Damn it,” Silvia cursed under her breath as they surrounded us, at least ten of them, maybe more lurking out of sight. From the corner of my eye, I saw our girls forming a tight line, their bodies tense, waiting for Silvia’s command. One of the wolves shifted into human form, and my stomach dropped. I recognized him instantly—a warrior from Silver Fang, though I didn’t know his name. His grin was smug, his voice dripping with arrogance as he spoke. “We don’t want to kill you all,” he said, his eyes locked on me. “We want Ashley. Hand yourself over, and we’ll let your r

“I think we should settle on hearing Your Silver out. It won’t be with my hand that anything happens to him.” Ray huffed. “If you give the command, as Alpha King, those other Alphas will have to obey.” It was weird hearing him speak calmly after fuming few minutes ago. “We’d all agree to let Your Silver be. He’s an incarnate of the Moon goddess, his works could be of stability to us werewolves.” I supported. So it was decided to let the silver wolf be. That girl was getting away with everything, courtesy of Rih. Silvers do help each other, alive or dead.

Our father, John, was a Beta of our little pack, Silver Crescent, and he held pride in being one of the strongest and influential families of our pack. He scolded her, angry she would do something as bad as tying her own sister with silver cuffs. Werewolves were not allowed to use silver amongst packs. Hurting your own pack mate or any other wolf by using silver was considered an unforgiving crime. It held serious consequences, like being sentenced to death.

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

He spoke slowly, not fully looking at the diary in his hand. "What else?" Beta Dai continued to ask. “Wait for me a moment.” He needed time to find the information in the book. Beta Dai didn't have the patience to say it anymore. “Turn to page fifty-three, it says his reward is a silver werewolf trophy, correct?” He nodded without flipping through the pages of his diary.

" You don't trust me but you followed me anyway. " Silver laughed as Spencer frowned. " I do trust you, I'm just here to guard you, in case they killed my poor baby. " Umera sighed then inhaled as he looks at his pack with Shivering hands, pushed Spencer's arm to jump down. " Hahaha, Silver ain't a regular werewolf, he is a savage one. " Spencer begins to laugh like crazy while his family is Around him. " Do we attack now? " Monica, the Snake lady asked while everyone is ready to defend Silver.

Devon straightened beside me. Silver is extremely harmful for werewolves, especially if injected into their bloodstream, it burns the blood vessels and causes a meltdown of internal organs. The brain stops functioning and renders the wolf incapable to breathe, arteries collapse and the heart shrinks if it survives the burns. Silver is a well known weakness of the wolves and is often used against them. ​It is banned in all the realms except the human realm. "And you're telling me now?" I asked, scowling at the Ulfric.

C1: Low Growls in the Woods Silver Pack Silver Pack was one of the rare packs that existed among others. Each Silver Pack werewolf had a fiery glint in their eyes from birth and a wolf head tattoo on their back from the moment they first shapeshifted. But Raine's case was different. There was no fiery glint in her beautiful almond-shaped brown eyes from birth, which made her different from the others. There were loud rumors that she might not have a wolf, which was abnormal.

The battle is won, but looking at the silver scars covering my side, I know the war has just begun. "Your Highness!" A guard approaches. "We found something in Margaret's car. Documents. Plans." Byrde takes the papers, his face paling as he reads. "This isn't over. Marcus and Margaret were working for someone else. Someone called 'The Collector.'" "The Collector?" I repeat. "According to this, he collects rare wolves. Wolves with special abilities." He looks at me, fear in his eyes. "And Margaret sent him information about you. About a silver wolf who survived concentrated wolfsbane."

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.