The Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

Then she smiled, her amber eyes softly tearing up, “I know, stupid joke. But maybe Gio and our little hero will be friends, like I always hoped would happen with Robyn.” My last shift, only a few days ago, showed our little silver wolf has finally descended. Hidden away in the shadows where other wolves hesitated to venture, there was now nothing to see. The floor scorched back for metres around its perimeter where lighting had lashed it centuries. Once more, a furious golden flare of anger chased my wolf out of its ability to show me much else. The silver wolf has descended.

Then, with a sound like thunder unleashed at close range, Samantha—no, her wolf—exploded outward. A massive silver wolf landed on all fours, fur shimmering like moonlit frost, eyes blazing with molten silver. She towered over the rogues, bigger than any Omega, almost the size of an Alpha wolf; ancient, noble, terrifying. The rogues scrambled. “Shift! Shift!” one yelped, voice cracking with terror. But it was too late. The silver wolf lunged. Her jaws clamped around the first rogue’s throat before he could shift. Bone snapped. Blood sprayed. His body hit the floor with a dull thud.

I let out a chuckle before focusing on the book. “The silver wolf is a rare type of wolf that came into existence a thousand years ago. A thousand years ago, the werewolf race almost came to an end since they were being hunted down by humans and other supernatural races. The Moon Goddess, Selene, feared for her children, so she created a special kind of wolf and blessed it with magical powers that would be passed down from generation to generation. This wolf could be identified by its unique features like silver fur and golden eyes…” I trailed, my heart slamming hard against my chest. The silver wolf was blessed with magical pow

He waited for me to fill him in. “His name is Cedar.” I looked at him. He looked so scared. “I can’t leave him.” I said. I wouldn’t leave him so scared. Miles nodded his head. He didn't fight with me about it. We made it back to the living room. He motioned for me to sit down. I took a seat on the plush couch and hoisted Cedar to sit beside me. “Master Cadogen says you will be staying with us until the annual Silver Gala. I need to know a few things about you to help the night go easier. First thing, do you have any formal education?” I swallowed hard.

Damien rolled down his window at that threat. “Hello, friend,” he said smoothly, “That won’t be necessary today. We are on our way to Silver Tower, and I can make a quick call to sort this out.” Damien pulled a flat rectangular screen about the size of my hand from a concealed space next to him. “And, as I’m sure you know, silver only works on wolves from the South, not the North. It would sting and make us angry…” he trailed off.

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.

How the hell was that possible? The last silver wolf existed a thousand years ago. They were only born once every thousand years. Incredibly powerful: able to commune with the moon goddess, see the future, command other wolves with just a thought… and most importantly, silver wolves were always an Alpha’s destined mate. Any Alpha lucky enough to mate with one could live for thousands of years. No wonder Elise never shifted at nineteen. Silver wolves always got their first shift at twenty-one. And they were always hunted. Every supernatural creature out there either wanted to control them or kill them.

The silver wolf walked over with heavy steps and passed them, towards the helicopter that was still running and with one powerful sweep, he knocked the helicopter away. The large object floated several meters from the rooftop floor then rolled down with a noise. The propeller at the top and the left wing broke with a deafening sound. Sarena screamed in horror at what was happening in front of her. She had never seen a wolf like the one in front of her. A very beautiful wolf, very big and strong, but also terrible. The silver wolf left the damaged helicopter and grabbed Anderson and Danso at once, then tore them both apart with a

And underneath that pain was something else, something silver, ancient and utterly terrifying. What had that wolf said? Silver Blood? I'd heard the term before, in old stories my grandmother used to tell. Legends about wolves who could challenge Alphas, who were hunted to extinction centuries ago because they were too powerful, too dangerous. But those were just stories. Weren't they? That's when I heard the slow clap.

Calla “What does silver wolf symbolize?” I type into the search bar, fingers hovering for a second before hitting enter. The words feel heavy on the screen, like they carry some secret I’m not ready for. A list of answers pops up, all too neat and tidy for the chaos swirling in my head. “A silver wolf can symbolize intuition, spirituality, and a need to balance one's energies.” I blink. Balance? Like my life is some kind of cosmic scale about to tip over.