The Silver Wolf Book Novels & Stories

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.

I didn't hate her, quite the opposite, I could not seem to be able to stop myself from claiming her as my own. Tessa is a Silver wolf who and her shifting surprised us. She shifted early, something that's unheard of among werewolves. Usually, one shifts at the age of eighteen when they are ready to meet their mates. That's not the only surprising thing, her wolf was silver coloured. There is a legend associated with silver wolves. It's said that they are a miracle from the moon Goddess. They have special abilities like possessing magic or being healers. I had Just shifted when her intoxicating scent hit me before my wolf, Ryker howled in my mind, identifying her as our Mate.

That was a bottle of wolf’s bane. In the history of Lycanthropy, it is 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 vampire as a weapon. It is been kept away from reach because it’s dangerous nature. “its silver” I said in a whisper. “yes it’s silver” the alpha barked “ what I do want to know is how did it get into that book” he asked. His voice sent shivers down my spine.

"How could you use an illusion to tamper with my white wolf bloodline!" The surrounding pack members began to whisper, some casting doubtful glances. "Is it really black magic?" "How could a white wolf turn into a gray one?" Faced with their doubts, I sneered, and the pressure of my silver wolf erupted from within me. A powerful force swept through the grounds like a tide, stunning everyone into silence. "I am the Alpha's daughter, the noblest bloodline of the Silvermane Pack. What need do I have for black magic?" But Iris had always been skilled at playing the victim.

I wondered what they were and I didn't bother asking him. “The silver wolf is evil indeed. She has this instinct to kill and she recognises no one. She doesn't even care about Amber. Above all, she's incredibly powerful. I don't think that all the werewolves world put together can defeat her. This is why Amber should learn how to control the silver wolf before she will turn twenty and the silver wolf will be free. It's already clear that the silver wolf is trying to set herself free at all cost,” I said hurriedly. Theodore didn't say anything as he continued mixing the portion. After that, he gave me the portion to drink. I raised my brow at him, why should I take it.

The warmth of the flames seemed to beckon the past forth, and I began. "You see, Silver's history is a tapestry woven with tragedy and perseverance, a tale that echoes through the ages of our kind." I narrated the tale even as I looked for clues that could help me find Lilac, my mate. "Long ago, Silver's family belonged to a pack steeped in tradition, where the howls of the wolves harmonized with the whispers of the trees. They were devout worshippers of the Moon Goddess, their lives entwined with the celestial dance of night and sky. And at the heart of it all was Silver, half wolf, half witch. Born from an Alpha father and a witch mother; a beacon of devotion and purity, entrusted as the p

I said softly, because silence had become too full, “I spent all afternoon in the library trying to prove you aren’t what my brain is trying to make you.” The wolf’s eyes did not leave my face. I laughed once, quietly and without humour. “That’s not a great sign, is it?” He blinked, slow. I leaned back in the chair, staring out at the yard. “I found folklore books. Real ones. Weird ones. Academic ones. And every second page wanted to tell me silver means protection and wolves with unnatural coloured eyes are omens and stories.” The wolf’s ears twitched at the word silver. I noticed. Of course I noticed. My fingers tightened on the arm of the chair.

Before it could recover, I'd pinned it and delivered a blow that left it unconscious but breathing. Bea's wolf went down almost as fast, her Alpha strength overwhelming despite the creature's madness. That left the center wolf, larger and more dangerous than its companions. It lunged at Bea while she was still recovering from her takedown. I shifted mid-leap, my wolf form intercepting the attack with teeth and claws that tore into corrupted flesh. We rolled together, trading blows that would have killed a human, driven by instincts older than civilization. Then Bea's shifted form joined the fight, her silver wolf twice as large as my russet one. Together we overwhelmed the mad wolf, pinning

As I pounced on Thomas, a strange voice encouraged the action from the back of my mind. "Get him!" I froze in surprise, Thomas and Lily quickly following suit. "Who are you?" I asked the voice in my head. "I'm you. Rather, I'm your wolf. My name is Silver." I had a picture in my mind of a wolf the color of moonlight, her head held high proudly. "I'm Kendra." I managed. She smiled and dipped her head in recognition. "Daddy, I met my wolf!" I half pranced, half waddled over to my very startled father. "Daddy?" He was looking at me in awe. So was the whole pack.

She said, and Veronica’s teary eyes darted from her father, and back to her mother. “What is it?” Veronica asked her. “You see, in our lineage, as silver wolves, there is something really significant. We as silver wolves don't leave our pack, except in a case where a female silver wolf gets married and moves to another pack. Aside from this reason, if a silver wolf moves to another pack all of a sudden for no genuine reason and stays there, the pack will begin to experience tragedy until the wolf leaves, and goes back to where they should really be.” She explained carefully, while Veronica listened with rapt attention.