Silverback Werewolf Novels & Stories

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

“Wolf? That’s the best you can do? I have a name, you know.” Lin felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. She knew that all the wolves that dwelt in werewolves had names but have kind of lost track of that because…you know, she had never had a wolf, until now. “I’m sorry,” she replied in a small voice, chuckling shyly. “What should I call you?” “I’m Cara, a silverback werewolf.” “Oh,” she said in response. “A silverback werewolf. Like a silverback gorilla?”

Ivan's eyes widened with recognition as he looked at me. “You're one of them. You're fuckin one of them.” He shouted, his voice filling with rage instead of fear. He gripped his necklace and pressed it into my skin. I looked down, realizing it was silver. I let out a sadistic laugh as I watched him switch from rage to fear. The silver did nothing to my skin. Unlike regular werewolves, it could cut me, but it didn't leave marks.

She said pulling away. Standing up, I picked up a big fur coat and put it on. We live close to silver claw pack, it always snows here so we always have to bundle up to fight the cold. Silver claw sock is one of the 10 packs in lycara — the werewolf continent. Members of the pack are well known for their high enforcement and elite tracking skills.

“It was while running that I encountered Jade and got bitten.” “You see, I was one of a kind a thousand years ago, actually the first of my kind!” Silver said, a hint of pride on his face. “The first human to take the full bite of a wolf and a spirit creature infused with dark energy, not on any other night but the night of a full moon…and live!” Silver patted his neck. “Right here.” He tapped it furiously. “I took the bite fair and square, it almost killed me but I lived. Not just lived, I survived and I got stronger.”

My heart quickened with the sheer beauty of the image. Grandma's voice dropped to a hushed tone, as though sharing something sacred. "These silver werewolves possess incredible strength and wisdom. They can shift between human and wolf forms at will, and their connection with the moon is unlike any other creature in the supernatural realm." I leaned in even closer, barely able to contain my excitement. My mind conjured images of a silver werewolf standing tall, its eyes gleaming with a knowing gaze, as if it held secrets to the universe.

The doctor deadpanned. Cronus sat up, "Did you just say rhodium? Morgan silver!?" "Yes." The wolf alpha recoiled visibly. Rhodium is the most dangerous metal to a werewolf and morgan silver is deadly when it comes in contact with a werewolf's skin. Rhodium weakens a werewolf so much while morgan silver can kill them. He was almost feeling pity for the Alpha King. Almost. But still... "Look, I don't want to get involved with you all ever again. I try to pretend twenty years ago never happened. Let's leave it that way." Cronus declared.

"How could you use an illusion to tamper with my white wolf bloodline!" The surrounding pack members began to whisper, some casting doubtful glances. "Is it really black magic?" "How could a white wolf turn into a gray one?" Faced with their doubts, I sneered, and the pressure of my silver wolf erupted from within me. A powerful force swept through the grounds like a tide, stunning everyone into silence. "I am the Alpha's daughter, the noblest bloodline of the Silvermane Pack. What need do I have for black magic?" But Iris had always been skilled at playing the victim.

He suddenly threw an arm around my shoulder as we sat on the bench, flashing a confident grin. "Hahaha, speaking of your security, you've got nothing to worry about because I can protect you from anyone stupid enough to threaten your life." "I am the strongest werewolf in the Brass family. Correction—believe it or not, you are sitting right next to the strongest werewolf in the entire Lycan clan," Cyrus bragged.

Most of them were in their wolf forms, which means they must've shifted trying to defend themselves but failed. Her mom was the first person she spotted when she reached her destination, but she quickly hid behind a tree when she saw the scene in front of her. Two bulky guys had her mom pinned down, unable to move. The soldiers were crowding in fear to the side to watch the whole scene go down, 'what the hell, where is the Alpha?!' She thought, why was her mom the only one who seemed to be held responsible for this; Harlow watched as another guy, bulky and tall, had a silver gun aimed at the crowded group- people from Crescent-pack were...dead. Silver guns were a weapon no werewolf in the wo