The Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

"My little silver wolf, don't be afraid. As long as I'm here, no one can harm you." Three days later, my father held a new coming-of-age ceremony for me. My mother had personally crafted a brand-new suit of Silvermoon armor for me. All the pack elders came to offer their congratulations. Under the full moon, I completed my transformation before the entire pack. A silver light burst from within me, and I shifted into a giant, pure silver wolf. "By the Goddess! I've witnessed the Silver Wolf bloodline with my own eyes!" "It's truly the legendary Child of the Silver Moon!"

My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. And then the smell hit me. Burnt flesh. Blood. And something sharper, metallic, that stung my nose and made the hair on my neck stand. Silver. The word formed in my mind before I saw it, because every wolf knew the warning. Silver was the one thing we were never meant to touch. It burned our skin, corrupted our healing, and left marks that never faded. The elders whispered that silver was cursed, forged by the Moon Goddess herself to punish wolves who broke their vows.

He didn’t stop. With a frantic cry I lunged forward and drove the pin into his chest. The metal slid in. He didn’t even flinch. His smile didn’t move. “You’ll need a stake through the heart for that,” he murmured, sounding bored and amused. He neared me until I could see the tiny fleck of blood where the pin entered his skin. My breath stuttered. The pain bloomed in my own palm where I gripped it All wolves hated silver. For even Lycans, it was just as dangerous. A silver hair-pin was enough to kill a weak wolf, to wound a strong one badly.

All I can focus on is the pages in front of me, the steady beat of her heart and the heat of her thigh pressing against mine. My wolf rumbles happily, pleased at our proximity to one another. It’s dangerous how pleased he feels.. I clear my throat, anchoring myself in a voice meant for courts and battlefields and, now, a single girl on my lap. “The Silver Wolves,” I read from the first header, letting the measured cadence roll from my tongue with ease. “An anomalous bloodline that remains incredibly rare and notoriously unstable. Their lunar resonance exists at magnitudes that are capable of disrupting established bonds and hierarchies.”

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.

Its body is covered in silver fur that catches the moonlight like metal, making the creature almost seem unreal against the darkness of the courtyard. Silver….!!! My breath catches. I stare at him, unable to move. I heard stories about rare wolves, about bloodlines that carried abilities most wolves could never possess, but I had never expected to see one with my own eyes. So this is why they respect him. This is why even other Alphas lower their voices when they speak his name. This is why his presence alone can silence an entire room. The silver wolf slowly lifts its head and one of the rogues lunges.

Remembering what I was told earlier, the Gold Pack’s firstborn can give wolfbane, silver pain, and other types of pain by its bite, claws, and fur when close to the enemy. The firstborn of the Silver Pack, or what’s now known as the Fountain Pack, can’t get hurt by wolfbane, silver, and any pain from them, but what else can it do? That can’t be the only thing my wolf can do. Looking at my mom, I asked her, “What can a Silver wolf do now that I’m back in my own body?” My mom smiled as she heard me. “Good that you're asking me. The Silver Wolf can adapt the toxins that would normally hurt a wolf and transfer them to the Gold Wolf, who can destroy the enemies qui

The brindled wolf bellowed and threw himself sideways and they slammed into the wall hard enough that I felt it come up through the floor. The brindled one's claws raked the silver's head and opened a gash from ear to eye. "Shit," the man said mildly. "Silver just got fucked." The silver wolf heaved up on his forelegs, trying to get out from under him. The brindled one leaned into it, pinning him, and bit down on his neck. The silver howled. Blood gushed and soaked into the coat and ran down onto the stone. He drove his claws into the brindled one's belly. The brindled wolf's head jerked up and he howled too, and the silver lurched out from under him, shaking

“I have no idea what he is talking about.” I let out a breath, crossing my arms as I thought. “We have company,” Kaden said and I felt his energy slide over my body, masking my presence. A bunch of wolves bounded past us, heading straight for Silver. Kaden’s hand flew over my mouth before I could warn him. Silver did not even turn around when he flicked his hand. A thin line of water moved so fast behind him and sliced three of the rogues’ necks at once. They dropped to the ground without even realizing what had taken their lives.

Nell had never known that eyes that color actually existed on earth, not until she met Silver Bennett. Those eyes weren’t light and bright now, though. No, they were cold and hard, like gunmetal or slate. They were the gray of the deepest, darkest northern winter… and despite being a woman not afraid of much, Nell shivered. She’d never before seen Wolf Connor’s fierce, ferocious gray wolf-eyes staring back at her from under Silver’s golden hair… but here they were. It was a side to Silver that Nell knew had to exist. After all, he was a full member of an ex-one-percenter MC, which meant that he’d done bad, awful things, but she’d never seen even a glimmer of it.