Novel & Cerita Werewolf And Silver

"Even if I rot here and turn to ash, I'll never let you have your way!" Sophia's expression darkened instantly. She waved the warriors away, leaving only herself. "Fine. I'll torture you slowly and see how long you survive." The instant her words settled, she drew a silver dagger. Silver held a natural power over werewolves, and just seeing it sent a shiver through me. "I heard that silver mixed with wolfsbane can crush a wolf completely. Let's see if it's true." Sophia slashed my wrist, and blood dripped onto the floor. As soon as she scattered wolfsbane powder over the wound, the blood turned purple-black.

The servants carried the injured Aurora back into the mansion while Jasmine was carried straight to somewhere safe awaiting the arrival of the alpha. Her head was creased together. The pain was unbearable. It's as if her skin is being eaten up by something acidic. It's indeed like an acid. That's how silver is to a werewolf. It eats up wherever it touches. It would be difficult to heal quickly if there's still a residual of silver in the place it touches. Aurora was sweating profusely as she bit hard on her lips to the point of bleeding. She regretted going out this morning. She only wanted to see her family. She missed them so much. She wondered how things suddenly turned upside down in jus

His head was bowed down and his limbs were pinned to the wall. The shackle around his neck was now replaced with a lighter but firmer chain. The expression on his face looked pitiful; it’s as if his whole body was in pain. This misery of his was wholly attributed to his neck chain because it was made of pure silver. Silver is the metallic bane of werewolves. They get weak when the shiny metal touches their skin. Chastine hurriedly went near the fellhound’s side. She tried to see if she’d be able to find its lock, but to no avail.

She asked confused. "Yes, we get healed quickly love and no scars is left behind." Vladimir said. "But if we are heat by silver than it leaves behind a scar?" He told her. Rose looked at him in confusion. "Silver? What's that?" She asked. "It's a poisonous metal love. It kills Beasts and werewolves if used in large quality." Zachariah told her. Rose gasped hearing him. "K-kill?" She asked in disbelief. She felt tears forming in her eyes that the thought of them getting hit by silver.

“He shifted and used some silver.” “Silver?” At first, I didn’t immediately get what he meant but then I remembered the articles I’ve read online. Silver would harm werewolves. A silver bullet shot in the heart would actually kill them. Eros gave a nod of confirmation. “Silver knives and some arrows but mostly he used silver knives and made several cuts on his torso or thighs. Any place that wouldn’t be seen.”

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.

"You are one of the rare species of silver wolves, one of the last in the world. It comes from a lineage that is known for its strength, agility, and connection to forces beyond our comprehension. My eyes widened with incredulity. "Silver wolf? But... what does that mean?" Lucas leant back in his chair; his expression was thoughtful. "The silver wolves are a legendary breed, known for their unique abilities and the rarity of their existence. Many believe they hold a connection to ancient forces, a power that goes beyond the realm of ordinary wolves. And you are one of them."

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.

Jovita’s POV A vampire attacks us, and Jayden flings him away, still holding me on his bark. I hear him wince in pain. I know he's still very weak, and I can't imagine the pain he's feeling now. Silver is known for its terrifying effect on werewolves. The other two vampires run towards us, and I'm certain Jayden would not be able to resist them. They're just an inch close to us when a white wolf with a dark brown stripe on his back intercepts them, standing in front of Jayden and me.

He looked bored. "Is that all?" Kaelen called out, his voice cutting through the sound of the rain and my muffled sobs. "She’s still breathing. The child didn't get a quick end. Why should she?" One of the guards reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy chain. It was Silver, the only thing that can weaken and kill a wolf. "No," I whispered, my heart freezing. "Please, not silver." For a werewolf, even a weak one like me, silver was poison. It didn't just hurt; it burned the soul.