The Silver Wolf Book Novels & Stories

"She had a whole library of these old, leather-bound books. She used to call them her 'research logs.' She wouldn't let anyone touch them." ​ "Kael told me to look up the First Alpha’s Silver Wolf Prophecy and the unblooded female." ​ "That's a Silver Moon myth, Ember. It's supposed to be allegory, not history. It talks about the founding Alpha's mate—a rare, non-shifting silver-coated wolf—who sacrificed her bloodline to prevent a magical catastrophe. It's nonsense." ​ "Or it's not," I insisted, a strange, cold conviction settling in my gut. "Why would he, a man who despises inefficiency, be quoting fairy tales at his human mate?"

"You don't know if the thing is friendly or not. Or if it will attack." His warnings fell on deaf ears. As I rounded the front of the truck, I saw the gorgeous silver wolf-dog laying on its side. For a moment, I was afraid the worst had happened, until I saw its chest cavity rise and fall. Relief washed through me. He was still alive. "Yen," Peter called out warningly. "We should just leave him."

A shadow fell over me, massive and dark. I forced my eyes open and saw it. A wolf, but not like any I'd ever seen. Huge, easily twice the size of a normal Alpha, with fur so black it seemed to swallow light. Its eyes glowed silver in the dim forest light. It lowered its enormous head, and I felt its breath, hot against my frozen skin. Then gently, carefully, it lifted me in its jaws and began to run..

She was going to give it to them. She didn't know yet about the whispers reaching Silver Ridge. She didn't know that a report had already crossed Kael Ashvorn's desk — a silver wolf in the borderlands, rogue pack defeated, wolves bowing to a female — and that he had read it twice, slowly, with an expression his Second could not interpret. She didn't know that the cold cord in Kael's chest was keeping him awake. She only knew what was in front of her: the plains, the moon, the people at the fire below.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

When we reached the border, his friends were already coming towards the center, aiming to take him to the hospital, without wasting any time Noah took him in his arms and rushed with his wolf speed to reach the hospital in a minute. Silver metal is the poison for us wolves, though becoming adult our wolf build up the immunity to fight with the poison unless the contact is beyond the certain limit, but for teens who are still growing and near to their first shift, coming in contact with silver metal can act as a fatal for their wolves, saving their human side, their wolves take it on them and quietly dies within. Therefore, it wasn’t allowed to keep the silver metal open, neither was it sold

I spat. “Because of the way silver works for a Wulver,” he sighed. “We are resistant to silver, but not immune. Her wolf will recede away to avoid it, taking the scent, the ability to mindlink, even the mate bond with it. The wolf is still there, watching, and waiting in case it needs to come forward. It isn’t going to hurt her.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, the same way silver didn’t hurt her before. You’ve seen all her scars!”

We’re going to shift and hunt with her. Silver’s wolf is flawed, just as she is. Her fur is the tone of her natural eye color; sky-blue. She’s huge for a shifter wolf and has silver wings that span out a couple of yards in each direction. A silver crescent moon shines brightly on her forehead between her orbs, which hold all three hues-blue, silver and gold. ‘Even her wolf is an ugly freak of nature! Stand down, damn it! She’s not our mate! You better not do anything to embarrass the shit out of me! I would never accept that abomination as my mate!’

she began, her voice filled with a blend of warmth and mystery, "let me tell you about the silver werewolves. It's an ancient tale passed down through generations in our family." I leaned closer, eager to hear every word. The room seemed to grow quieter, as if nature itself held its breath, awaiting the secrets she was about to reveal. "You see, my dear, silver werewolves are not like the ordinary werewolves you might have heard of. They are rare and powerful creatures, with a coat as silver as the moon's glow. Legends say that they were once ordinary wolves, blessed by the moon goddess herself." I imagined those majestic creatures, their fur shimmering like liquid silver in the moonlight. M