The Silver Wolf Mga Nobela at Kwento

My wolf is pacing wanting to complete the mating bond so no other male should come near her. “I need to get to Lei” Skye whines out but I can barely think of the other girl. They use magic to push her away from Emma and I don’t even bother checking on her. I look at Emma, how I could I have missed it? She looks so familiar now as her silver hair shines with the moon and then she shifts into a silver wolf. My wolf lets out a howl of excitement wanting to be with his mate but then she shifts back and this continues couple of times.

The truth was close. And Silvercrest held the key. They had barely crossed into Silvercrest’s land when the first warning came. A single howl—long, deep, commanding. Theoden slowed. So did the others. Within seconds, they were surrounded. A dozen wolves stepped from the shadows, massive and silent, their silver-gray fur almost blending into the mist. But it was their eyes that caught Theoden’s attention. Not gold. Not brown. Silver. Cold. Calculating. The wolves of Silvercrest weren’t like other packs. They were old. Not just in age—but in purpose. And right now, they were watching Theoden like they were deciding whether to kill him or hear him out.

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 wasn’t getting up. Tracy’s face drained of every hint of color. She staggered back, shaking. The manager almost pissed himself when the beast emerged from the shadows. A massive wolf, it was as black as midnight, eyes glowing silver. Serena’s heart swelled with twisted pride. “Silver,” she whispered, her voice steady and cold. “Show none of them mercy.” She didn’t need to say it twice. Silver never intended to let a single one of them leave alive.

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.”

“Relax pretty boy, no one is going to hurt you. I will explain everything you’ve just seen.” “Explain?” I shrieked. “Explain what? That Logan is an animal and Kayla is a vampire and you are…what are you?” “A wolf is what I am. And yes Kayla is a vampire.” Silver reached into her tight jeans and pulled out a small transparent box which she tossed at Kayla. It contained green contacts. Everything fell into place. Her eyes. I always thought they were strange but then again I never thought too much about them because my hormones were on a rampage the few times I spoke with her.

But here, the Red Moon Alpha thought he sensed an additional scent from his adversary. As if he could understand the fraction of doubt that had seized the Alpha, the rogue gave the red wolf a sort of half-toothed smile. Till had no time to react. His much more massive size, which had always been a serious advantage in battle, was now a major handicap. The gray wolf, smiling, had revealed silver fangs. The appalling smell that had emanated from him had become much more acrid and metallic. How had such a thing been made possible? Wolves were weakened by silver. Besides, it was the only metal capable of killing them if it came into contact with a major organ.

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

We’re going to shift and hunt with her. Silver’s wolf is flawed, just as she is. Her fur is the tone of her natural eye color; sky-blue. She’s huge for a shifter wolf and has silver wings that span out a couple of yards in each direction. A silver crescent moon shines brightly on her forehead between her orbs, which hold all three hues-blue, silver and gold. ‘Even her wolf is an ugly freak of nature! Stand down, damn it! She’s not our mate! You better not do anything to embarrass the shit out of me! I would never accept that abomination as my mate!’

~Zenaida~ It was a silver wolf. His furs were sparkling in this dark night. My eyes widened upon seeing that very rare wolf. Never in my life would I see such a wolf. It was my first, and it makes me wonder who could be the silver wolf. However, it doesn't matter to me whoever he is. The important thing was that he came here just to kill this wild wolf who was about to kill me.