The Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Silver can be tested. It can be detected. They’ll know what it is.” I ran my hands through my hair, panic flooding me. “They’ll trace it back. They’ll know someone is targeting her.” “Calm down,” he said. “It’s not ordinary. No one can detect it.” “No one?” I snapped. “Well,” he hesitated. “No one except...” “Except what?” I yelled. “Speak!” “Except a hyperactive and aggressive wolf.” The words dropped like a bomb, my breath left me in one sharp gasp.

Lya never mentioned this nothingness when she briefly told me about how she used silver to keep her wolf from bothering her. Things started to click, though. Lya was a Wulver. She was resistant to silver. Just maybe, it affected her differently. If it was possible to hyperventilate when you felt like you couldn’t move due to the elephant on your chest, that's what I did. Wolves - normal wolves - couldn’t handle silver. It could easily kill them. I had, successfully, accidentally killed myself. But that was the last thing I wanted. I had only wanted silence, so I could experience what I truly wanted and felt - without the impact of the bonds to my wolf, my pack, and my mate. I wanted to come

Devon straightened beside me. Silver is extremely harmful for werewolves, especially if injected into their bloodstream, it burns the blood vessels and causes a meltdown of internal organs. The brain stops functioning and renders the wolf incapable to breathe, arteries collapse and the heart shrinks if it survives the burns. Silver is a well known weakness of the wolves and is often used against them. ​It is banned in all the realms except the human realm. "And you're telling me now?" I asked, scowling at the Ulfric.

Here I was, the man from the future, come to make matters right and reveal all the truths of the animosity and death that were happening all around us. "Silver wolf?" Dax said slowly. "What is that?" "It was something she inherited from her mother." I explained. "We still don’t know much about it. Only that the silver wolf is the very wolf the moon goddess possessed. " "That’s…" Dax whistled, still processing my words. "Remarkable."

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

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.

"You are one of the rare species of silver wolves, one of the last in the world. It comes from a lineage that is known for its strength, agility, and connection to forces beyond our comprehension. My eyes widened with incredulity. "Silver wolf? But... what does that mean?" Lucas leant back in his chair; his expression was thoughtful. "The silver wolves are a legendary breed, known for their unique abilities and the rarity of their existence. Many believe they hold a connection to ancient forces, a power that goes beyond the realm of ordinary wolves. And you are one of them."

But with the help of my alpha wolf, I could try to keep him down for a few hours until Silver calms down. I reached for Silver's wolf and asserted my dominence. Feral or not, my wolf was still an alpha, which meant everyone under me will submit weather they liked it or not. A whimper escaped Silver's throat and his wolf tried to push at my strenght but I forced him down. I didn't want to go too far as to cage Silver's wolf in his head. That would only cause more damage. When Silver's wolf understood that his strenght was no match to mine, he cralwed in to the back of Slilver's head and disppeared.

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

“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 pow