Novel & Cerita The Silver Wolf

Everyone in the banquet hall was still shocked, forcing their jaws to grow lack and their mouths dropping open at the silver wolf now staring at Darci Meyer. White wolves were rare and superior to others in werewolf kind, but a SILVER wolf of fur that twinkled like starlight had only ever appeared once before. There were only tales about such a legendary wolf. They were so prominent that it was said the Moon Goddess blessed and sculpted the wolf herself.

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.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

"What do I want from you? I was sent by a strange woman with a silver hair." The wolf's ears perked up. "Oh! You already met Aurora, the keeper of lost heirlooms. You need my help to unleash your wolf, then?" I nodded, confusion still etched on my face. "Very well," the wolf said. "Stretch out your hands, palms open, and repeat after me." I hesitated for a moment before following her instructions. "Silver Forest, sanctuary of the soul, wrap me in your calming silence. Let my essence merge with your ancient wisdom, and find peace," The silver wolf whispered.

The grand hall of the Shadow Fang pack house pulsed with life. Flickering torches cast golden light across ancient stone walls, and the air thrummed with a mix of reverence and excitement. Warriors stood in formation, their eyes sharp. Elders watched in silence, their expressions unreadable but intrigued. Murmurs rippled through the crowd—curiosity, wonder, and whispered tales of the silver-haired she-wolf who had stolen their Alpha’s heart.

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.

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

"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

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.

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.