The Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

“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.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

she starts and I nod eagerly. "Long time ago in the history of werewolves, lived two silver wolves. A male wolf and his mate. They had a daughter and later on, she was mated and had a daughter too and that's how the silver lineage carried on to this date" I nod listening intently. The wolf in my dreams has silver fur. "Silver wolves are known to be the most powerful in the werewolf world and because of that, they're hunted and killed with no trace by those in power for the fear of being overthrown" she sighs and continues.

"What about Horus, or Ra?" He curled even more into himself, not responding to either one of those. "Bladur, Thor, Loki." I listed, paying attention to the wolf's responses. I saw him tilt his head, almost as if he was indicating I was on the right track. "What about Ragnar?" Pete piped in, almost distractedly. The wolf-dog instantly perked up. "What do you think?" I asked him. "Ragnar?" I tried it out, and he turned to look at me, responding to the name. "Alright. Ragnar it is!"

~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.

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!’

The air shudders, and suddenly, I feel that I'm not alone. A blinding and burning silver glow appears first from somewhere ahead. Out of it, a massive figure takes form, and my heart stutters. It’s Ralia, my wolf. Seeing her now makes me understand what the fuss is really all about. She's not just any wolf, she's the silver wolf, the creature that has haunted me since the night I first shifted. She’s enormous, larger than even Lucian's Lycan. Her fur is shining like molten metal under a light that doesn’t exist here. Her eyes are the same as mine, but sharper, more feral, and glowing with primal hunger. Her claws scrape the void as if it’s solid ground, leavin

And she hadn't just shifted in front of the whole region, she had hypnotized the crowd, even the most powerful being, like the sage, had been hypnotized by her wolf. A Silver Wolf! I had never seen a silver wolf before. When I was young, my father told us that silver wolves were even rarer than white wolves. According to him, they were wolves of prophecy, considered harbingers of chaos and upheaval, so why did the sage and every other person come into her spell? Why did everyone bow to her? I stood up from the floor, holding my wrist which had been burned by her witchcraft, or whatever she was. I was still shaken up and the wound from the burn had begun to close up, but not as fast as I woul

Then silver. I was somewhere else. No walls. No floor. Just endless space and a cold wind that tasted like starlight and wildness. And then I saw her. The silver wolf stood before me, larger than any beast I’d ever imagined. Eyes like mercury. Fur shimmering like moonlight spun into flesh. She stared at me—not with cruelty, not with affection—but with purpose. Her voice echoed not in my ears, but inside my bones. “It’s almost time.” Then she was gone.

“I don’t know, Alpha. We just met when she escaped the Red Wolves and sought shelter in Lucania. The Red Wolves had plundered her village and killed her father and pack. She had nowhere to go.” “Then she is a Silver Wolf. Recently, the Red Wolves attacked the Silver Trails Pack in Yukon. We received a call for help from Alpha Cedrik Belmont, but it was too late. When we reached there, everything was destroyed and all members of the pack were killed. They were the only pack of Silver Wolves on this continent,” said Alpha Alexios with a sigh.