Silverfang Opm Novels & Stories

"Remind me never to argue with you about who gets the last slice of venison." I laughed, a genuine, chiming sound that seemed to banish the last shadows of the Ever-Dark from the room. But the smile faded as I looked toward the frosted windowpanes. "Silas is waiting for us across the ocean, Killian. The Silver Order operates in modern human cities. Concrete, glass, technology... we can't just march an army of wolves through their streets. They have satellites and anti-magic weaponry." Killian’s smirk didn't vanish; it deepened into something dangerously predatory. It wasn't the feral grin of a beast, but the calculated, ruthless smile of an apex predator who had already rigged the game.

Yet, I never imagined our true reunion would come at such a disastrous moment. Eileen was walking with Amber. Her golden hair shimmered in the sunlight, just like the memory of her that I couldn’t let go of. But now, I couldn’t show any emotion. Megnie—the daughter of the Silver Fang Pack’s Alpha—stood beside me, and I had to pretend to be close to her. The Silver Fang Pack was the witches’ target for destruction. Known for plundering resources from other packs, their disappearance wouldn’t raise suspicion among the wolves. And I was the key piece in this deadly game.

His large hands dwarfed the to-go cup of coffee he held. “What I mean is, I already know all about your Omega problem. I’ve had a nurse from my pack working at that clinic for months now, trying to get all the information I can about Nathan’s pack.” “What??” I was stunned. “You have a - ” I cut myself off, realizing how loudly I’d been speaking. I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “You have a spy in the Silverfang pack’s clinic?!” He smiled, showing off sharp teeth. “Yes, I do. And if we add in a Royal Princess working at the clinic, it seems like the perfect time to discredit Silverfang’s miraculous new ‘healer’ - and undermine Nathan’s reputation at the same time.”

The moon hung low and golden, full as prophecy, as if blessing the valley itself. Lanterns strung between ancient pines cast flickering light across the clearing, where the entire pack had gathered-fur brushed, hearts full, voices hushed in reverence. Tonight was not just a wedding. It was a promise. A culmination. Trixie stood just beyond the firelight, cloaked in silver and dusk-blue, her gown a weave of soft wolf-spun fabric gifted by the elders. Her hair was crowned with moonflowers, each petal kissed with dew. Eric stood beside her, offering his arm.

And did not come for me. “He is lying,” Silver finally whispers weakly. “He really left. Our bond never restored.” “Oh Silver… how are you?” I ask softly. “I feel weak,” she says. “I think we inhaled Hollowfang mist. It weakens wolves and slows reflexes. It works faster if you are emotional. It is dangerous when the heart is hurting. Try to stay calm. Do not let them break you,” she warns. “Thank you,” I whisper back. I glare at the guard still holding my hair, the pain shooting through my scalp. I open my mouth to speak, but suddenly his mouth crashes into mine.

“She left three days ago. The Alpha is… fragile, near the end. He offered fifty billion for a Bonding bride. Perfect for Ann, right? And you… now you have peace. No more Ann. You can finally live quietly with Lynn…” “Shut up!” I slammed my fist onto the table. The cup shattered into fragments, coffee staining the floor. My greenish-brown eyes flashed crimson, my voice dropping into a low growl. “Who said I wanted Lynn?” David’s face went pale. He opened his mouth to argue, but I cut him off, voice sharp as a blade: “Starting today… all cooperation between Silver Fang and Moonstone is terminated.” Without waiting for his reply, I turned on my heel. Cold and commanding, I added: “Arrange a pla

I slowly picked up my silver goblet, taking a calm sip before setting it down with a sharp, heavy clink. "If you want to talk about what happened at HARMADS, Lady Fangfei," I said, my voice dropping an octave into a low, terrifying growl that vibrated through the floorboards, "why don't we discuss the three thousand gold credits you attempted to drain from the Silverclaw Dominion chest using a forged seal?" Fangfei’s face drained of every ounce of color. Her hands jerked back from the table as if burned. "What... what are you talking about?"

I was looking for was called the pink satin. Rich leers were said to stick to the part of the pleasure district. If I were going to give myself without love then I was going to make sure that it was with someone who had the money. Leers or non-humans tended to have money if they made it all the way into Rezzidel. As I walked I became aware of how over my head this situation was. Men were lifting the dresses of the women that they handed money to. Right there in the open. I kept Cedar's head facing me. I didn’t want him to be exposed to this. I couldn’t risk leaving him at the house and then mother coming back. I lifted my chin higher. I could do this. I tried not to make eye contact with an

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.