The Silver Wolf Book Novels & Stories

I read on; “Their wolf forms are larger than the average wolf. They are faster and possess a healing ability that regenerates at the rate of a hundred.” Wow! They must be incredibly powerful, I thought. I wondered if these Silver Bloods were real, though. I’d never heard of them before. Then again, I’d never heard of much outside the Raven Falls pack until I arrived here. I read a little more before I reached the end. It was a fascinating story, but I couldn’t understand why the book was in the history section. I didn’t really believe in Silver Bloods, but the idea was intriguing. After placing the book back on the shelf, I walked out of the history section and made my way to the fiction sec

The brindled wolf bellowed and threw himself sideways and they slammed into the wall hard enough that I felt it come up through the floor. The brindled one's claws raked the silver's head and opened a gash from ear to eye. "Shit," the man said mildly. "Silver just got fucked." The silver wolf heaved up on his forelegs, trying to get out from under him. The brindled one leaned into it, pinning him, and bit down on his neck. The silver howled. Blood gushed and soaked into the coat and ran down onto the stone. He drove his claws into the brindled one's belly. The brindled wolf's head jerked up and he howled too, and the silver lurched out from under him, shaking free, swaying on his feet with b

And underneath that pain was something else, something silver, ancient and utterly terrifying. What had that wolf said? Silver Blood? I'd heard the term before, in old stories my grandmother used to tell. Legends about wolves who could challenge Alphas, who were hunted to extinction centuries ago because they were too powerful, too dangerous. But those were just stories. Weren't they? That's when I heard the slow clap.

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

But again, the silver was making the process slower. He was furious would be an understatement. He was more than that. He was in his territory and someone dared to attack him, at his territory only. Could things go worse than this?! It was a direct challenge for him because he could say from the smell that the man wasn't from the North region. 'Are you okay?' Dominic asked his wolf who was affected the most by the silver. Silver always works faster and more dangerously on the wolf than the human body. It weakens the wolf which automatically slows down the healing power and eventually weakens the human body.

If she was born without a wolf she wouldn't have shifted now. Ravenna should maybe be up to twenty five. The shift should have kicked up within her teenage years. And to think she was a Lupinari. Her fur was silver. My mother's fur had been silver as well. Lupinari were the only wolves known to have silver furs. They were the strongest wolves alive. She was supposed to have shifted before she even reached ten. Unless… I looked down at Ravenna. My hand reached out and traced her cheek. She sighed softly before she leaned closely to my touch, reaching for me even in her sleep.

But I knew that Halle wouldn’t want me to do that. I still remember how she reacted when I asked her to help me get a strand of her sister’s hair just to help with the spell. And even if she wanted her sister dead, I wanted her to permit me to do it. Only then could I take any action. ‘If both of you are so in love, I hope she has told you the truth about her wolf.’ Her sister’s voice kept replaying in my head. What could possibly be the truth about her wolf? And was she so violent because of that question?

Then she smiled, her amber eyes softly tearing up, “I know, stupid joke. But maybe Gio and our little hero will be friends, like I always hoped would happen with Robyn.” My last shift, only a few days ago, showed our little silver wolf has finally descended. Hidden away in the shadows where other wolves hesitated to venture, there was now nothing to see. The floor scorched back for metres around its perimeter where lighting had lashed it centuries. Once more, a furious golden flare of anger chased my wolf out of its ability to show me much else. The silver wolf has descended.

I shouted. My wolf sneered, angry as fuck and with a howl that could terrify the hell out of someone, she mustered up insane amount of strength and jerk Graham’s wolf away from her. The russet wolf rolled over and landed in front of us. Silver didn’t give him the chance to stand. Ignoring the crashing pain, she pounced and hooked her legs around the wolf’s neck.

That was a bottle of wolf’s bane. In the history of Lycanthropy, it has been said that werewolves fear one thing. And it is silver. Melted silver was the wolf’s bane. Silver is about the only thing that could kill a werewolf as a weapon. It has been kept out of reach because of its dangerous nature. "It's silver,” I said in a whisper. "Yes, it’s silver,” the alpha barked. "What I do want to know is how it got into that book,” he asked. His voice sent shivers down my spine.