Silverfang Opm Novels & Stories

My eyes scanned the words, and the silence in my heart deepened until it was unbearable. "The Silverfang blood can’t be mixed with Riverwood. Don’t blame me for going to the extreme. You should have never gotten on my nerves." The words blurred, but not from tears. My head pulsed, a time bomb ticking inside me. "Destroy Silverfang. From the root." My voice came out like ice cracking, too cold, too hollow. The temperature in the room seemed to drop, and every single soul fell into deeper silence. But Mirah stepped forward, her hand shaking as she pulled out another folder. "We found you three days ago, Boss. And three days ago… Silverfang disappeared. It’s like they never existed. They sold t

Oman pressed his lips. “And which other is suitable? ” Oman hissed, a little annoyed. “Is it the Claw Fang?” “Claw Fang may be productive, but in terms of distance, it is too far to be associated with Silverfang. Moreover, their Alpha has greatly expressed his disinterest in increasing their lands, so that is out of the suggestion.” Oman nodded and glanced back at his board. “So we move on. We all know Panoma is out of context. Not only are they not accepting new packs, but they are a divine sanctuary specifically for gifted ones. So we are left with Iron Ridge and Frost Fang.”

They hear the whispers of the forest. "The Silverfangs aren't just looking for you, Raven," Tasha whispered, leaning in close. The firelight made her eyes look like amber. "They are building something in the old mines. They are gathering silver. Lots of it." My heart went cold. "Silver? Why?" "To make a mist," Tasha said. "They have a witch. She’s grinding the silver into dust. They want to spray it into the air. It won't kill a wolf, but it will choke your magic. It will make you blind."

I had no empathy left for any member of Silverfang. “Why? I know how Neo valued education in his pack.” “Alpha Neo may value education, but it is only for the privileged members. And I don’t want you to forget that low-class Omegas are nothing but slaves in Silverfang. All we live for is to be oppressed, bullied, and mistreated by others, and we don’t dare complain about it.” Her voice was croaky and thin, as if she were struggling with her emotions. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Each word was like a burden she had been trying to lift.

But to every soul that had ever heard the bloom’s hum in their chest. “To those who walk in shadow: we do not fear you. To those who build in silence: we do not silence you. To those who remain unrooted: the bloom offers soil, not chains.” “Come not to kneel. Come to resonate.” It was the first global call of the Silver Pact. And it did not command. It invited. Three days after the call, a new bloom appeared. Not in the forest. Not near any bonded soul. But in the Hollow Plains, where no magic had touched in centuries.

These were designed to open fast. I looked at Xavier. He looked at me. We both understood it at the same moment and neither of us wanted to be the one to say it first because saying it made it real. "Silverfang," I said. "You hold Silverfang. Everything we positioned at Silvercrest stays." "Which splits us," Xavier said.

I nod curtly at his suggestion that we head out, and follow him down the hall, but not without sharing one last gaze with the woman whose stillness I was yet to unravel. All thoughts of warm blue eyes were temporarily pushed to the back of my mind as we headed to the Silvermane border. We had confirmed the accuracy of the rogue attack on our way and it turns out that it wasn’t the first. Just the most alarming. At the border, the Silvermane Protectors, led by Garron’s three daughters were already in position, each wolf manning their posts as their eyes swept across the woods beyond. The twitch in their ears at every stir and rustle of wind and the intensity of their gazes spoke of true disci

Her breed was supposed to have died out, and yet here she was in flesh and blood. “How is it possible?” he finally whispered. “My pack has been living in hiding for the better part of the last several centuries.” “Why?” “As you might be aware from the stories, the pelt of a Silver Wolf is made of pure silver. Once it was clear to the pack that they would be hunted to extinction for their invaluable pelt, they decided to live in secrecy.” “How big is the pack?” “I don’t know.” “What? How? You are a Silver Wolf!” “I have never lived with the pack.”

I stumbled toward it, desperate for open space and light and… Pain exploded through my chest. I gasped and fell to my knees, clutching at my sternum. It felt like something was trying to claw its way out from inside me. My wolf. She was thrashing against the curse, harder than ever before. No, not now, I thought desperately. I can’t handle this now. But she wasn’t listening. She was furious, terrified, desperate. The curse had held her for eighteen years, and she was done waiting. Silver light began to emanate from my skin, just like it had during the rogue attack. But this time it didn’t stop. It grew brighter, more intense, until I was sure I was burning from the inside out.

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.