The Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

Blackfur laughed as it got closer knowing that just a claw would be enough to send Xavier’s wolf flying across the gathering and cracking all the bones in his body upon impact on the floor. “This is madness,” Jimin muttered. “Stop! Xavier Stop!” Silver ran on with purpose, not even reducing his pace a bit. “Ready father?” Silver muttered. “Always ready,” the voice replied in his head. Just a few meters away from Blackfur, Silver dove high in the air. Blackfur stood still, smiling, waiting and calculating for the little wolf to be close enough to the ground for him to bat away, but he did not expect what was coming next. “Now!” Silver roared.

Getting awed by the second as the fight grows with magnifying intensity and bloodlust, my hands fist themselves, my eyes probably star shaped as I pump my fists into the air with a yell. That’s when it hits me like a lightning bolt…I’ve never seen Silver fight like this before. With my exciting charge dying down gradually, watching the animalistic drive both wolves attack each other with…I am taken back to the scene where I first met Silver’s wolf. The gruesome way he dismembered those rogues and that void emptiness that filled his orbs.

He said that he will become the most powerful being if he traps the power of the wolf. He told me that we should look for the wolf. I was in support of him because I want our pack to be powerful, but not until I found out that the wolf is Amber. Well, I wasn't so sure until tonight. I only assumed that she could be the silver wolf because she was attacked by a mangalrow. According to the history, the silver wolf attract dangerous creature like the mangalrow. Mangalrows craves for their blood.

"What about Horus, or Ra?" He curled even more into himself, not responding to either one of those. "Bladur, Thor, Loki." I listed, paying attention to the wolf's responses. I saw him tilt his head, almost as if he was indicating I was on the right track. "What about Ragnar?" Pete piped in, almost distractedly. The wolf-dog instantly perked up. "What do you think?" I asked him. "Ragnar?" I tried it out, and he turned to look at me, responding to the name. "Alright. Ragnar it is!"

A great, shimmering wolf erupted from my form—not a physical wolf, but a spirit projection, massive and glorious, its fur the color of moonlight on snow, its eyes twin stars burning with ancient fire. The wolf—my wolf, Zoey—stood ontop of me, between me and Eric, and the world went absolutely silent. Then someone screamed, "THE SILVER WOLF?????!!!!” Another gushed with disbelief. *Moon goddess! IT'S THE LEGENDARY SILVER WOLF!" “Wasn’t it extinct?” The effect was instantaneous. Every wolf in sight—guards, nearby servants, even the elders who had followed us out—dropped to their knees. They bowed their heads, their hands raised in supplication.

He was tall—easily 6'5"—with hair so dark it swallowed the light and features so sharp they looked sculpted from granite. The air around him shimmered with suppressed power, the kind that didn't need to be displayed to be understood. ​ As I approached the table with a tray of fresh bacon, keeping my gaze locked on the tablecloth, a sudden, almost physical force slammed into me. It wasn't Kael's power, but something deeper, a jolt that went straight to my core. The bacon grease sizzled, and I nearly dropped the heavy tray. ​ I flinched, my eyes snapping up just for a second, to locate the danger. ​ And I looked right into his eyes. ​ They were a piercing, crystalline silver—the color of the m

POV: Valerian's Beast Silver. Threat. MINE. Pack. Protect. The silver wolf moves. Fast. Powerful. Must stop. Must kill. CHARGE. Bodies collide. Thunder. Impact shakes ground. Claws. Teeth. Fur and blood. The silver one strong. Too strong. Matches me. Blow for blow. My jaws snap. Miss. She twists away. Her claws rake my shoulder. Pain. Blood hot down my leg. Good. Pain is real. Pain is rage.

My spine lengthened. My shoulders broadened violently. The pain was unbearable. And yet my wolf welcomed it. Because this wasn’t just a shift. It was something else. Something ancient. Something powerful. Fur spread across my chest and neck. But it wasn’t dark like most wolves. It gleamed pale beneath the moonlight. Silver. Bright. Almost glowing. Aisha stared in disbelief. “She’s… silver.” Zira stepped back slowly. “Silver wolves only exist in legends.” Krager’s expression had gone completely still.

A sharp arrow made with silver lodged itself on Vera's throat, causing her to spill blood instantly. She was dead. Vera was dead as she could ever be. However, I did not feel happy, if anything, I felt furious as I looked behind me. Cayden also looked surprised and shielded me behind him but Silver was playing with his nails. Yes! Silver was a thousand year wolf and he was not doing anything. How did he not know that someone was out to kill Vera? Cayden also came to the same conclusion. “Did you know?” Cayden looked at Silver.

“What?” “Your Silver torments you because the blood of a silver wolf is in your hands. Silver wolfs are truly the moon goddess in wolf form.” I added. I know it wasn’t helping but it needed to be said. Ralph steadily nodded, having his psychic face. I don’t know what he was trying to read from an already clear scenario but he had my blessings. “It’d always hunt me.” Chris replied. “I think we should settle on hearing Your Silver out. It won’t be with my hand that anything happens to him.”