The Silver Wolf Book Novels & Stories

Calla “What does silver wolf symbolize?” I type into the search bar, fingers hovering for a second before hitting enter. The words feel heavy on the screen, like they carry some secret I’m not ready for. A list of answers pops up, all too neat and tidy for the chaos swirling in my head. “A silver wolf can symbolize intuition, spirituality, and a need to balance one's energies.” I blink. Balance? Like my life is some kind of cosmic scale about to tip over.

“But in actual fact, the silver wolf is a old and powerful bloodline, older than the first Alphas and the pack wars, the silver wolf was not created to rule, you know.” Her fingers twitched at her side. “ The silver wolf was created to balance, when magic grows unstable the silver wolf was meant to bind it, and when packs turned on each other and began to rot, the silver wolf steps in to restore.” she chuckled as she crouched, finally relaxing a moment. “ The silver wolf is the binding force between power and restraint, its the explanation as to why her markings would light up just before, during or after a mishap.”

My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. And then the smell hit me. Burnt flesh. Blood. And something sharper, metallic, that stung my nose and made the hair on my neck stand. Silver. The word formed in my mind before I saw it, because every wolf knew the warning. Silver was the one thing we were never meant to touch. It burned our skin, corrupted our healing, and left marks that never faded. The elders whispered that silver was cursed, forged by the Moon Goddess herself to punish wolves who broke their vows.

My hands trembled when I started to open the book, page by page. Because I was impatient, I checked the table of contents, 'Power of silver wolf'. I opened the page number and then I saw a particular line. "The power of the silver wolf would be fully activated after they mate with their mate." I was in deep thought for some time as I stared at the page. I decided to start from the very first page of the book, and I was delighted to know that my wolf was not an abomination at all. Although she is a unique kind of wolf that is hard to come across, it shows up only once in a blue moon. In fact, instead of an abomination, a silver wolf is a special wolf that should not be toiled with because the

I let out a chuckle before focusing on the book. “The silver wolf is a rare type of wolf that came into existence a thousand years ago. A thousand years ago, the werewolf race almost came to an end since they were being hunted down by humans and other supernatural races. The Moon Goddess, Selene, feared for her children, so she created a special kind of wolf and blessed it with magical powers that would be passed down from generation to generation. This wolf could be identified by its unique features like silver fur and golden eyes…” I trailed, my heart slamming hard against my chest. The silver wolf was blessed with magical powers? How come I didn’t have any?

Well, that is because he is the only one that has the power to control a newbie from going rampage and also, after the change, bonds with the newbie to become an official member of the pack. Well, as you can tell, since the alpha wasn't there with me that night, I am not officially part of the pack. So no one could guess I have a wolf. One thing also, my wolf's color is silver, like literally silver. It was never heard of that a silver wolf exists or existed before, so I dare not tell anyone about it. I splash water on my face once more before quickly doing my morning routines and going upstairs to the pack's kitchen to prepare meals for the whole pack. After that, I cleaned the whole mansio

Zara's voice echoed from behind me. I whipped around almost immediately. "Zara, what are you doing here?" I grunted, annoyance clawing at my chest. I wanted to keep this under wraps until I figured out what was happening. Zara walked towards me, completely unfazed by my annoyed look. "Are you sure?" she asked. "She turned into the silver wolf, right in front of me and there was this mystical light about her," I sighed. "She is the silver wolf." Zara had a confused look on her face. "But the silver wolf, is the good wolf."

Then I saw them, three rogue wolves, their fur matted and eyes wild, circling around the trees ahead. We were trapped. “Gracie, behind me!” my mother shouted, throwing her arms wide. But before I could even react, A blur of motion. A silver wolf launched from the shadows, crashing into one of the rogues with bone-snapping force. Two more wolves followed, one pitch black, the other sandy brown, fast, precise, deadly. The rogues didn’t stand a chance. They were outnumbered and outmatched. The silver wolf sank its teeth into a rogue’s neck, dragging it to the ground in seconds. The others fell quickly, leaving only silence, and blood, in their wake.

The air inside the ruined watchtower did not merely feel cold; it vibrated with a divine, crushing weight that flattened the surrounding dust and froze the blood in every vein. Hovering in the center of the stone chamber, the colossal Royal Silver Wolf glared down at the Eastern Alpha and her guards. Its fur shone like spun moonlight, and its starlight eyes burned with an ancient, unforgiving wrath. With a feminine and bold voice, the silver wolf spoke. “For disrespecting the Royal Silver Wolf…”

A silver wolf with black eyes. It was the exact creature from my reflection in the dream waterfall. As I stared at the text, the strange heat in my veins flared so violently that the tips of my fingers glowed with a faint, iridescent light for a split second, scorching the edge of the page. I pulled my hand back in horror. My hands were trembling violently. Suddenly, a blinding blast of light filled the room, and right in the center of the glow, I saw the majestic silver wolf staring intently at me. Driven by a sudden, magnetic pull, I reached out my hand to touch it. The very second my fingertips brushed against the silver fur, a sensation like my soul being ripped completely out of my body