The Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

Eyes, they found mine, and I’d never seen those eyes in anything alive. Silver. Not a hint, not a glimmer, pure silver, glowing from inside. No visible pupil, just light. It looked at me. And then it did the most unexpected thing, it lowered its head. Not a threat, not a crouch. Just slow, careful, making itself smaller. Offering its neck to the air. Fundamental submission, the gesture that says: I know exactly what you are. I knew before you did. I stood there, looking at the first wolf, the thing that had lived in the deep old-growth longer than the Elder system itself, with its enormous silver eyes and head bowed. And behind me, Rhydian stopped walking.

“Good morning little she-wolf” It was the same voice as before. The asshole who thought he was going to somehow break me. “Did you know that silver removes the the connection to your wolf and your pack. Leaving you utterly alone? Basically human.” He cackled as I head the scraping of a chair. It settled down in front of me and from the sound of it, he had sat in it. “It sucks to feel alone, doesn’t it? Not to mention the burning from the silver. Hurts like a bitch.”

"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

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.

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.

he said and I noted a hint of mockery in his tone. "Speak!" I said, swallowing my pride and anger because of all that was at stake. "The silver wolf is not a man." He said and I was shocked, wondering what the silver wolf would be and knowing that no woman in their right senses would think of taking up a destiny that involved going against me. "What do you mean by the silver wolf is not a man?" I asked him, more confused than I had been before I sent for him.

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

Leah has been calling me, but I ignore her calls- sometimes she can be ao needy, like a baby un search of her mother's breast Then I find an interesting section– a passage about the rarest of all wolf types- the omega silver wolf. "In the darkest of nights, when the moon bleeds silver and unsuspecting souls sleep, a wolf may be born with the very power of moonlight in their blood. These rare beings, known as omega silver wolves, possess the power to heal others with their blood. Their very existence defies the natural order, for silver – the bane of our kind, the very element we should be afraid of – flows through their veins, making them immune to its touch. These ones are not ordinary. The

The warmth of the flames seemed to beckon the past forth, and I began. "You see, Silver's history is a tapestry woven with tragedy and perseverance, a tale that echoes through the ages of our kind." I narrated the tale even as I looked for clues that could help me find Lilac, my mate. "Long ago, Silver's family belonged to a pack steeped in tradition, where the howls of the wolves harmonized with the whispers of the trees. They were devout worshippers of the Moon Goddess, their lives entwined with the celestial dance of night and sky. And at the heart of it all was Silver, half wolf, half witch. Born from an Alpha father and a witch mother; a beacon of devotion and purity, entrusted as the p

It wasn't steel; it was too bright, too cold, and its presence felt like a searing, impossible wrongness. I leaned closer, my mind instantly disconnecting from the corporate environment, the Board demands, and the Logan problem. This was different. This was Pack. With meticulous care, I pinched the tiny strand between my thumb and forefinger and extracted it. It was no more than an inch long, brittle, and intricately twisted to resemble a miniature, crude knot, a gift left precisely where my body would rest. Silver. Unmistakably. The corporate noise vanished, replaced by the primal silence of the wolf detecting a fatal threat. Silver was never accidental. It wasn't contamination. It was a ta