The Silver Wolf Book Novels & Stories

Eyes, they found mine, and I’d never seen those eyes in anything alive. Silver. Not a hint, not a glimmer, pure silver, glowing from inside. No visible pupil, just light. It looked at me. And then it did the most unexpected thing, it lowered its head. Not a threat, not a crouch. Just slow, careful, making itself smaller. Offering its neck to the air. Fundamental submission, the gesture that says: I know exactly what you are. I knew before you did. I stood there, looking at the first wolf, the thing that had lived in the deep old-growth longer than the Elder system itself, with its enormous silver eyes and head bowed. And behind me, Rhydian stopped walking.

Cassian says, gentler now, pushing off the frame. "And it's your wolf they need up there. A silver reads old blood and bad magic the way the rest of us read a fresh trail. Whatever's driving those rogues, you'll scent it before anyone. The Silver is a story in Thornridge, Aria. A title. Nobody up there is going to look at a legend and see a Hollis runt."

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

Blackfur laughed as it got closer knowing that just a claw would be enough to send Xavier’s wolf flying across the gathering and cracking all the bones in his body upon impact on the floor. “This is madness,” Jimin muttered. “Stop! Xavier Stop!” Silver ran on with purpose, not even reducing his pace a bit. “Ready father?” Silver muttered. “Always ready,” the voice replied in his head. Just a few meters away from Blackfur, Silver dove high in the air. Blackfur stood still, smiling, waiting and calculating for the little wolf to be close enough to the ground for him to bat away, but he did not expect what was coming next. “Now!” Silver roared.

“What do you mean? I didn't know you were searching about that?” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “It just happened. My wolf told me a story and I just have to find out. I found a book about them—the Silver Wolves. They were worshipped, Zara. Practically gods among wolves. They protected others, healed the sick, and stopped wars before they could begin. But then… something changed. They went from being revered to being hunted. I don't know how to why. The records are incomplete,”

A silent question. I nod once. “Silver is dangerous to us. It can kill us. But sometimes we use a tiny amount when we need to treat injuries that our wolves make worse by trying to fix too fast.” Her eyes flick to me with a spark of realization. I love that look. The look she gets when information clicks into place inside her mind. “Our wolves are protective. If the doctor hadn’t given Ryan silver, even weak, his wolf would have tried to take over. And that would have torn his wounds open again.” I soften my tone a little more. “So you can think of it like he is sedated right now.”

"You said what?" I blink. “What?” “The silver.” His voice drops slightly. “It burns you?” I shift uncomfortably. “Yeah, so? I'm allergic.” For a brief second, he looks completely thrown. Then, something flickers behind his eyes, something akin to realization. “What?” I demand. "You're being weird." Good thing to say, Liv. He's a werewolf, in case you forgot. He is weird. He hesitates. “Where are you from?”

"What do I want from you? I was sent by a strange woman with a silver hair." The wolf's ears perked up. "Oh! You already met Aurora, the keeper of lost heirlooms. You need my help to unleash your wolf, then?" I nodded, confusion still etched on my face. "Very well," the wolf said. "Stretch out your hands, palms open, and repeat after me." I hesitated for a moment before following her instructions. "Silver Forest, sanctuary of the soul, wrap me in your calming silence. Let my essence merge with your ancient wisdom, and find peace," The silver wolf whispered.

she responds, and I can tell by her tone that she does not want to continue the conversation. “I think your father did not want you to shift for another reason.” Lyra’s head spins to look at me, obviously confused by my words. “Your wolf is silver. It is not a common color for a wolf.” “Is it not?” She asks as she cocks her head slightly to the side while looking at me. “You do not know?” Lyra shakes her head from side to side. “Interesting. I think we have a few texts on silver wolves in the library. I will find them for you in the morning.” Without another word Lyra turns and continues tripping through the forest.

Then silver. I was somewhere else. No walls. No floor. Just endless space and a cold wind that tasted like starlight and wildness. And then I saw her. The silver wolf stood before me, larger than any beast I’d ever imagined. Eyes like mercury. Fur shimmering like moonlight spun into flesh. She stared at me—not with cruelty, not with affection—but with purpose. Her voice echoed not in my ears, but inside my bones. “It’s almost time.” Then she was gone.