Silverfang Opm Novels & Stories

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

She's an intimidating force, her fur a radiant, almost luminescent white, her eyes a piercing ice blue—she's the epitome of elegance but with the ferocity of a warrior. I give in and transform, feeling my bones rearrange themselves in a symphony of strength and power. As Silver, I let out a howl that resonates like an ethereal war cry, vibrating the very air around us. The Lycan and wolf troops answer back, their roars and howls uniting in a crescendo of impending victory.

Rhys walked in, his expression darker than before. “They confirmed it,” he said curtly. “It’s a Silverfang. He was alone, but it’s only a matter of time before more show up.” I swallowed hard. “And what are you going to do?” “What I always do. Protect my people.” “By starting a war?” He shot me a look. “If it comes to that.” I stood, frustration bubbling up. “You think they’ll stop just because you draw your sword? Damon…” I caught myself before saying too much.

He leaned very close, his warm breath brushing against my ear, sending a slight tickle through me. I turned my head, meeting his deep gaze. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, freezing everything into eternity. “Happy Winter Solstice Festival, Xaibe.” He leaned in close to my ear, murmuring softly, “On the next full moon night, let us go to the Moon Goddess to mark our bond.” Outside the window, the aurora continued its dance across the night sky, its brilliant colors reflecting upon my face and onto Xaibe's face. Catching each other's scent, we held one another in a tight embrace.

The travel home was smooth. Leo took his time with the borrowed truck that was lent to us. He drove while Aiden sat shotgun, and I enjoyed the scenery that I hadn’t been able to appreciate before because Sean was moving so fast. I've just noticed how different the Silver Fang pack is from the Mystic Moon and Starlight pack. Silver Fang has fewer trees than Mystic Moon; stone walls surround it with no flowers to add some color.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

silver said trying so hard not to think negative. . . .

She still beamed with a smile, but with a face that showed keen attention. "This... partnership would take a whole lot from you, considering we would have to monitor the entire continent. Don't you think?" He asked. Rya paused, a sharp inhale and a little blush on the cheeks as she answered, "You're right." "So here's what we will do. You are going to grant us access to the SilverFang territory. We need access to everything that can aid us fight these... disappearances, including the moonstone. We need to conduct magical assessments. We're willing to offer you Lycan military support and resources. What do you think?" Aldric said.

" He looked at us. The red in his eyes didn't fade, but it stopped looking scary. It just looked... powerful. "We're going to rebuild," Mathias said. "But not like before. No more hiding. No more asking for permission." He walked to the desk and picked up the Kyanite Heart. "We are the Silverfang Pack," he said. "And from now on... we bite back." We stood there, the three of us. A Hybrid King, a Warrior Prince, and the Human Queen who held the leash. The sun was fully up now, burning away the mist. The world outside was broken, covered in ash and ruin. But inside this room? Inside this room, we were unbreakable.