The Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

"Lexi I am so sorry are you ok?" "I am fine. Can I ask why is being cut with silver worse?" They both look at me. "Using silver on a wolf makes us heal slower. If the silver gets into our system and we can't sory it out quickly enough then we can die from it. Years ago all the wolf leaders got together and we all agreed that we would never use silver on any wolf, it became one of the biggest taboo's to do. The only one greater is to use someones mate to make them do what they want. You don't use someones mate against them as no wolf would say no."

That's quite difficult! "Silver wolf-" she began to mutter to herself in low tones, but she quickly stopped herself. The cause of her jumbled thoughts eluded her, and she couldn't put her finger on it. Her memories of the silver wolf are still fresh in her mind. She can see that it is the same size as her father's wolf form, but it is silver in color. The silver wolf with a blood stain on its furs, as depicted in the war movie, is what she sees in her mind.

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.

This is not going to be easy for any of us. Carrick nodded his head, he felt her power too and knew she was stronger than their whole pack and if they could feel it then other Wolf Packs could sense it and they to would want to possess her. Looking at the beautiful female sleeping peacefully in the huge four poster bed desire burned through his body but this little female was well out of his reach. The Silver Wolf was a Royal Alpha., rare and precious and from what he had seen she was also volatile glancing across at Lucas, he wasn’t even sure his Alpha would be able to control her. He could feel the energy radiating from her it was going to be a very long dif

I’m able to get more work done in my office here than I can at my mansion. There was a knock on my office door, bringing me out of my thoughts and then it opened. Leo stepped into my line of sight. He was holding a manilla folder in his hands. “I have Silver’s records, as you requested,” Leo said, holding up the folder. “But there’s nothing unusual in it. It’s just basic information. She’s wolfless as she said, and she grew up in the Stormwind pack.” I rubbed my face with my hands, feeling annoyed.

“You must know something about Sage - she's a Silver wolf. The special deadly wolf. It's been in her since birth but I got rid of it many months ago. Almost one year ago.” “You cannot get rid of a Silver wolf.” “That's not what I mean, old man—” I heaved a sigh. “What I'm trying to say is that the wolf was shut up many months - almost a year ago. I suppressed it so much that it had almost nothing left.” “Oh. I see.” “I'm sure—” I began. “I'm more than sure we can come up with something - something new, unlike the last time. This way, we can bring Silver back to life and she would be seen as the forbidden fruit that she is. What do you say?”

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

Then silver. I was somewhere else. No walls. No floor. Just endless space and a cold wind that tasted like starlight and wildness. And then I saw her. The silver wolf stood before me, larger than any beast I’d ever imagined. Eyes like mercury. Fur shimmering like moonlight spun into flesh. She stared at me—not with cruelty, not with affection—but with purpose. Her voice echoed not in my ears, but inside my bones. “It’s almost time.” Then she was gone.

The air shudders, and suddenly, I feel that I'm not alone. A blinding and burning silver glow appears first from somewhere ahead. Out of it, a massive figure takes form, and my heart stutters. It’s Ralia, my wolf. Seeing her now makes me understand what the fuss is really all about. She's not just any wolf, she's the silver wolf, the creature that has haunted me since the night I first shifted. She’s enormous, larger than even Lucian's Lycan. Her fur is shining like molten metal under a light that doesn’t exist here. Her eyes are the same as mine, but sharper, more feral, and glowing with primal hunger. Her claws scrape the void as if it’s solid ground, leavin

Just as I'd thought, they were still here. They were gaunt, twisted by madness, their wolves feral and unclaimed by any pack. I didn't waste time and ready myself. I shifted mid-leap, the familiar crack and pull of my bones melting into fur and muscle, my silver wolf came out. My sharp claws tore through the air, my wolf's snarl ripping through the night. They heard me. But it was too late for them. The fight was short, I make it fast enough. Brutal, to kill them in just one blow. One down with a crushed throat as he did not even know what happened.