Silverfang Opm Novels & Stories

“I don’t think it works here easily. I haven’t gone far, I don’t think, from my last location. The world’s spinning. I don’t--” “There!” Claire called and hurried forward. I stumbled at the pace Francium set for us. I heard people coming from behind us and on either side. Francium let me go, pushing me towards a tree and turned. Someone snarled. He fired a shot and the scent of burning blood filled the air again. I almost felt the heat drifting towards me. “Silver,” I said into the receiver. “Silver works on vampires too.” “You’ve been hit with silver?” Armageddon asked. “How long ago? Where? How bad is the wound?”

As she came closer, I felt my breath catch in my throat. The figure stopped just a few feet in front of me, her presence radiant and powerful. Her silvery hair flowed like water down her back, shimmering in the moonlight. Her eyes, glowing softly with ancient wisdom, locked onto mine. Around her shoulders was a cloak made of stars, twinkling like the night sky, and around her neck, she wore a pendant that glowed with a faint, steady light. It was clear who she was, the Moon Goddess. “Gwendolyn Silverfang,” she spoke, her voice like a gentle breeze, soft yet carrying the weight of an entire universe. “You have been brought to this place for a purpose.”

“It has been very hard trying to get everything back up and back in control. In fact I almost gave up - but thanks to the goddess, I finally found a way out.” My ears perked as he looked at our faces one after the other. “So what is the way out, father? I know how stressful this has been for you.” Lyra said with a soft smile. “Yes! It has been. Well last week, a representative from Silver fang pack came to me with an amazing proposal,” He glanced at me before averting his gaze, “they are willing to offer us half a billion dollars to get our company back up, with more support. They offered fifty million dollars to us too.”

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.

She said and stormed out of the hospital, her heart beating at a thousand beats per seconds. The fight with Mr. Silver had put a bitter taste in her mouth and she didn't know how to shake it off. How could he not see the rubbish his sister was doing? How could he be oblivious to the fact that his sister was madly in love with him and simply making him act on her whims. She was so mad that the powerful and untouchable Mr. Damien Silver that she had assumed him to be was actually a faux. He was being controlled by one person and that was his sister. He was wound up around her finger and no matter what he would never free himself from her clutches.

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

No spark of rebellion waiting to be born. There was only silence. The kind carved into her over years. The kind that obedient women wore like a second skin. She didn’t know how to feel anything else.

The Silverfang sigil, a fragment of fabric which has always been on Kieran’s battle armour, but now torn, half-buried in ashes. “No…” I murmured in panic.