The Silver Wolf Book Novels & Stories

"You knew?" My voice shakes as I stare at my mother. "You knew what I was and didn't tell me?" The council chamber feels suffocating despite its size. Every important wolf in the Royal Pack is here, all staring at me like I'm a ticking bomb. "I suspected," Mom says quietly. "But I hoped I was wrong. The Silver Moon Wolf is just a legend-" "Apparently not," the eldest council member interrupts. He's pulled out an ancient book, its pages yellow with age. "It's all here. 'When the moon bleeds silver and the marked one bears lightning scars, the weapon of ending shall rise.'"

"We'll figure out another way, don't worry. We'll find a way that'll save both of us. I'll make sure that no one will gonna die this time." I don't know but my heart is too heavy to absorb all of his positive bits of advice and I'm just unable to do anything. All I want is to escape the burden I've placed on myself. I hate that my life is going down such an awful path of being plagued by dangerous circumstances and I feel so helpless because there's nothing I can do especially when I recalled the book I read last time. "Alpha?" He glanced at me solemnly, lingering for my next words. "According to the book, a silver werewolf can only achieve a peaceful life is goes far away... either alone or

"Last night? You've been asleep for two days. I’ve healed your wounds, but it will be a major problem if my family finds out I’ve let a stray dog into this mansion. If you’re feeling better, get out." I blinked in surprise, stunned by his sudden hostility. "What? A stray dog?" "You look well enough. Let’s go," he replied coldly. He grabbed my arm and hoisted me off the bed, pulling me toward the door without hesitation. "Wait, where are you taking me? Stop!" "You're a wolfkin, aren't you? Your kind is naturally resilient," he said, his tone icy as he dragged me through the hallway. "You should be able to find your way home."

She cries out, body contorting, the light around her squeezing tighter, like it means to wring the life from her bones. Inside me, my wolf thrashes against my ribs, panic and rage burning together. Fix it. The demand pulses through my blood, primal and fierce. “I’m trying,” I rasp, lungs raw, reaching for the silver. It flickers in the air, lurid and alive, surging forward—only to freeze, trembling midair. It doesn’t wait for my command. It waits for something deeper, something older. Judgment.

“What is a silver wolf?” “That is something that you will have to discover after waking up. I can tell you that in order to be a silver wolf you must learn pain and suffering and that is something that you have endured more than any other silver wolf who walked this earth, and for that I am sorry, but just know that you have the power to end it and prevent it now. You will have the power to do amazing things.” I was just lying in there soaking up all of her words when I suddenly felt a heaviness on my stomach. I looked up and saw that a large silver colored wolf with glittering furs had laid down and placed its head on my stomach.

And she hadn't just shifted in front of the whole region, she had hypnotized the crowd, even the most powerful being, like the sage, had been hypnotized by her wolf. A Silver Wolf! I had never seen a silver wolf before. When I was young, my father told us that silver wolves were even rarer than white wolves. According to him, they were wolves of prophecy, considered harbingers of chaos and upheaval, so why did the sage and every other person come into her spell? Why did everyone bow to her? I stood up from the floor, holding my wrist which had been burned by her witchcraft, or whatever she was. I was still shaken up and the wound from the burn had begun to close up, but not as fast as I woul

“Relax pretty boy, no one is going to hurt you. I will explain everything you’ve just seen.” “Explain?” I shrieked. “Explain what? That Logan is an animal and Kayla is a vampire and you are…what are you?” “A wolf is what I am. And yes Kayla is a vampire.” Silver reached into her tight jeans and pulled out a small transparent box which she tossed at Kayla. It contained green contacts. Everything fell into place. Her eyes. I always thought they were strange but then again I never thought too much about them because my hormones were on a rampage the few times I spoke with her.

The silver wolf, sensing the shift in focus, let out a deafening roar that seemed to challenge the entire pack. “See?” I hissed, adrenaline starting to course through my veins. “Keep it up.” We continued to yell insults, our voices hoarse but defiant. The rogues seemed torn between finishing off the silver wolf and dealing with the irritating human prey. The diversion bought the silver wolf some much-needed breathing room. It retreated a few paces, panting heavily but its gaze unwavering. It locked eyes with me for a fleeting moment, and a strange sensation washed over me – a feeling of recognition, of a connection far deeper than this unexpected encounter.

Nick mumbled while everyone else agreed with him. Liam nodded and gazed at me, "I am. After talking to Edward and analyzing everything that he said, I am certain of everything that I am about to say. She is a silver wolf... A silver wolf because I read in of our ancient historical books that only the royal lycans and silver wolves are immune to silver. She can't be a lycan as no one can lock a lycan, especially a royal one as they are the wildest and most powerful wolves in the history of werewolves but silver wolves... The silver wolves can be locked with a powerful spell. You just need a powerful witch to suppress their magic."

I kept on reading, hoping to see something that was going to help me. I instantly halted when I got to a particular point in the book. It talked about the strength of the silver wolf. Then I saw it, silver wolves were actually immune to wolfsbane. I suddenly realized that was the same reason I was not affected by the wolfsbane when I was injected. This was really so cool. I continued reading and I was amazed by what was written here about the silver wolf. I was about to flip the pages, when I felt someone behind me. “When did you become so interested in the silver wolf”