The Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

I didn't hate her, quite the opposite, I could not seem to be able to stop myself from claiming her as my own. Tessa is a Silver wolf who and her shifting surprised us. She shifted early, something that's unheard of among werewolves. Usually, one shifts at the age of eighteen when they are ready to meet their mates. That's not the only surprising thing, her wolf was silver coloured. There is a legend associated with silver wolves. It's said that they are a miracle from the moon Goddess. They have special abilities like possessing magic or being healers. I had Just shifted when her intoxicating scent hit me before my wolf, Ryker howled in my mind, identifying her as our Mate.

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.

"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.

If she was born without a wolf she wouldn't have shifted now. Ravenna should maybe be up to twenty five. The shift should have kicked up within her teenage years. And to think she was a Lupinari. Her fur was silver. My mother's fur had been silver as well. Lupinari were the only wolves known to have silver furs. They were the strongest wolves alive. She was supposed to have shifted before she even reached ten. Unless… I looked down at Ravenna. My hand reached out and traced her cheek. She sighed softly before she leaned closely to my touch, reaching for me even in her sleep.

Damian stood there, his eyes wide with shock. "What the hell are you?" he breathed. I looked at him, and I knew my eyes were blazing silver, I knew I looked like something otherworldly. Something powerful. Something dangerous. "I'm done being weak," I said, and my voice carried a double tone, mine and my wolf's combined. "I'm done being used. And I'm done running." The silver light pulsed through my veins like lightning, like moonlight made solid. "They want a war?" I smiled, and it wasn't a kind smile. "Then let's give them one.”

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.

Both looked exhausted from travel. One of them nodded. “We confirmed the reports, Alpha.” Lyra’s pulse quickened. “The wolf exists.” The room fell silent. Then the scout continued. “Massive silver wolf. Witnesses from three different territories describe the same creature.” Silver. Again. Always silver. The word felt like a thorn beneath her skin. “The stories are consistent,” the second scout added. “She appeared near Eastern Ridge.” “She fought rogues.” “Protected civilians.” “Traveled alongside Alpha Draven.”

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.

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.

Fiona Moonstone, once judged wolfless, now stands out as a symbol of hope and mystery, her silver wolf heritage linking her fate to the moon goddess herself. Her brother Ennis, steadfast and protective, balances duty and compassion as he trains for alpha leadership, his calm nature grounding the family through turmoil. Siobhan, the spirited youngest sibling, brings warmth and laughter to even the darkest moments, her vibrant energy and social flair a source of light. Overseeing them all is Alpha Kieran, whose love and fears are shaped by tragedy and secrets, his protective instincts fierce as he navigates the dangers that threaten his children. Into their world steps Prince Callum Thorne, th