Werewolf And Silver Novels & Stories

Lola's POV I woke up to stinging pain in my side, stomach and left leg. Shit, my wounds from when that rogue attacked me hasn't fully healed. I sat up and saw that I was in chain, silver chains. It was bound to my legs and hands but I did not feel any pain. Silver is harmful to werewolves, I have seen people in my former pack get hurt when they touch pure sikver. I guess that doesn't apply to me, lucky me.

Her piercing green eyes questioned me silently from under her furrowed brows. “Werewolves are -” “I know about werewolves but they should only exist in stories and movies, not here!” She exclaimed. “Really, you have movies about us? That’s cool!” “That’s all you heard, like seriously?” “If you know about werewolves then you probably know that our wolves can fight a small amount of silver. Although it burns, we just need some time to recover.” “But that wasn’t a small amount of silver. That vampire said that it’s gonna be lethal then how -”

The warmth of the flames seemed to beckon the past forth, and I began. "You see, Silver's history is a tapestry woven with tragedy and perseverance, a tale that echoes through the ages of our kind." I narrated the tale even as I looked for clues that could help me find Lilac, my mate. "Long ago, Silver's family belonged to a pack steeped in tradition, where the howls of the wolves harmonized with the whispers of the trees. They were devout worshippers of the Moon Goddess, their lives entwined with the celestial dance of night and sky. And at the heart of it all was Silver, half wolf, half witch. Born from an Alpha father and a witch mother; a beacon of devotion and purity, entrusted as the p

He had been bitten by another werewolf and, even though he was only a few days into the journey of lycanthropy, he was already turning. Phoebe had told him that werewolves are misunderstood creatures, simply because few people actually survive encounters with them. The opportunity to study them in depth is even more rare, and only a few scientific cases exist to provide credible evidence on lycanthropy’s properties. One of those properties is mending of flesh and bone. A werewolf’s blood possesses natural healing abilities, which makes killing a werewolf so damn hard. Silver, it turns out, disrupts that healing ability and turns injuries inflicted upon a werewolf fatal as they will not be ab

That is when I noticed something my eyes had missed out on earlier. Something sharp and shiny was embedded in his skin. ‘Silver,’ I realized with a start. I wasn’t sure when exactly the rogue leader had pulled out silver to hurt Elijah, but I could see tiny bits and pieces sticking out of his skin. As if it hadn’t been a clean cut of a silver blade but something that burst into pieces and lodged itself inside his skin, slowing down the healing. Silver used to be our kryptonite. It hampered the wolf’s ability to heal, reduced a wolf’s strength and was deadly to werewolves if not treated on time.

They collapsed beside Cruz, their bodies limp and unmoving. Avery saw the tip of the arrows and noticed that it was laced with silver. Silver is the only thing that renders a werewolf weak to his bones. No wonder her mates all fall. Avery was paralyzed with fear. She knelt beside her fallen mates, desperately trying to assess their injuries. "No, no, no," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Please, wake up!"

He wanted me to speak. Silver. The word was at the tip of my tongue, but I wasn’t sure if I should say it. It was too... obvious. But Mr. Thompson’s expectant gaze was enough to push me into speaking. “Silver?” I said, a little hesitantly. Mr. Thompson nodded. “Correct. Silver is a werewolf’s kryptonite, their main enemy. Now, Hazel, stand up and tell me, what happens when a werewolf touches silver?” “Uh… how would I know?” I stammered. “I’ve never encountered any werewolves…”

I turned my head away from his own, determined to chase away the trail of heat his eyes left along my skin. I wanted to cringe as I watched the brutality of the fight. The muscular guy had blood falling from his chin, spitting it across the floor as he fought for his life. The bigger man held more strength, clearly a werewolf from the looks of it. A silver bracelet seared into his wrist, silencing his wolf and keeping him from shifting. Silver against the flesh will burn and nullify your wolf, but will not take away your strength or speed. Silver in the bloodstream will destroy us from within, almost a certain death unless treated right away.

With that thought in mind I crouch, focusing on the center of the bars and leap forward, feeling triumphant until I touched the metal that greet me and howl with pain. Silver. Of course the bars would be silver; it sadly is the Kryptonite to us werewolves. Silver is the only way to keep us locked inside the stupid cages or to harm us in any way, even kill us sadly. Many Hunters who know of the supernatural races use silver to harm us and even kill us for rewards. It is something we feared – vampires, witch, fae and werewolves alike.

The doctor deadpanned. Cronus sat up, "Did you just say rhodium? Morgan silver!?" "Yes." The wolf alpha recoiled visibly. Rhodium is the most dangerous metal to a werewolf and morgan silver is deadly when it comes in contact with a werewolf's skin. Rhodium weakens a werewolf so much while morgan silver can kill them. He was almost feeling pity for the Alpha King. Almost. But still... "Look, I don't want to get involved with you all ever again. I try to pretend twenty years ago never happened. Let's leave it that way." Cronus declared.