The Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

POV: Valerian's Beast Silver. Threat. MINE. Pack. Protect. The silver wolf moves. Fast. Powerful. Must stop. Must kill. CHARGE. Bodies collide. Thunder. Impact shakes ground. Claws. Teeth. Fur and blood. The silver one strong. Too strong. Matches me. Blow for blow. My jaws snap. Miss. She twists away. Her claws rake my shoulder. Pain. Blood hot down my leg. Good. Pain is real. Pain is rage.

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.

Hillary droned on as she glanced around both sides, "Well, at least for now. Till we have made you look prim and proper, or chic in a killer red dress. I gasped as we started down another shelf that had lots of red dresses. “No. I am not wearing a red dress. Hillary stopped in her tracks, whirling around. "No way am I letting you wear a silver dress." She declared, shaking her head resolutely. “That you are a Silver Wolf doesn't mean you have to wear it like a badge,” she said, her voice peaking dramatically.

"You knew?" My voice shakes as I stare at my mother. "You knew what I was and didn't tell me?" The council chamber feels suffocating despite its size. Every important wolf in the Royal Pack is here, all staring at me like I'm a ticking bomb. "I suspected," Mom says quietly. "But I hoped I was wrong. The Silver Moon Wolf is just a legend-" "Apparently not," the eldest council member interrupts. He's pulled out an ancient book, its pages yellow with age. "It's all here. 'When the moon bleeds silver and the marked one bears lightning scars, the weapon of ending shall rise.'"

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.

But then I see her. A silver wolf curled into a ball resting in her cage. Her fur shimmers with ever breath reminding me of silver glitter used for crafts. She is indifferent to her surroundings as if she is anywhere and not at The Run. A soft smile spreads across my lips. Unlike the she-wolves growling and snarling at any male that draws near, she conserves her energy and strength, not bothering with any male that draws close to her even as they comment about how boring or weak she is. They want someone to break, someone they could slap around. But what they do not see with this silver wolf is the way her tail twitches with each new male that comes near her. The way her ears move towards a

Between the dozens of Grey Wolf territories with hundreds of wolves at each ranch, it was nearly impossible to know them all. Jeremy stepped toward the pair, shaking his head in disbelief. “Breaking pack curfew and prowling through the woods during a hunting ban, while there’s an active vampire threat, and now stealing my horse.” He ticked off the list of offenses. “Not to mention hiding in the bushes while watching me strip naked like some sort of delinquent. Are you trying to get yourself killed?” She bristled. Silver mimicked her outrage, huffing and flicking his tail as he drew closer to the she-wolf, his loyalty instantly gone.

Well, that is because he is the only one that has the power to control a newbie from going rampage and also, after the change, bonds with the newbie to become an official member of the pack. Well, as you can tell, since the alpha wasn't there with me that night, I am not officially part of the pack. So no one could guess I have a wolf. One thing also, my wolf's color is silver, like literally silver. It was never heard of that a silver wolf exists or existed before, so I dare not tell anyone about it. I splash water on my face once more before quickly doing my morning routines and going upstairs to the pack's kitchen to prepare meals for the whole pack. After that, I cleaned the whole mansio

One by one the animals behind the bush showed themselves. "Shit! Silver wolf!" came a curse from Azareel's mouth that looked very innocent. The beast looks like an ordinary wolf but the difference is its silver fur, there is a gust of wind around the fur to lighten the wolf when it runs, the silver wolf is famous for its speed because the animal is wind element, if only one silver wolf the assassins can definitely do it. kill him. However, it is very regrettable, silver wolves are animals that often flock, there is no other choice but to run away or die if you are in the middle of the silver wolf. "What's with

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Jonah screamed. Jake stared into space, taking it all in, before he nodded. I exhaled, finally getting them both. So there's another silver wolf out there? And Your Silver was nice enough to send Jonah back? “Did he bring the hunters back as well?” Jake shook his head. “But the female silver wolf said they will. So let’s be expecting it.” The silver wolf was a female? That’s interesting. Then there was no way to know if she had been the one causing the chaos or Your Silver.