Werewolf And Silver Novels & Stories

The undead attack even beyond the Border…. Yarsi frowned, raised the sword to his face, peered into the sharpness of its edges. The tingling in my hand got stronger. - A sword with silver is the best remedy against these creatures! Only silver can destroy any werewolf! His fingers loosened of their own accord, and the sword clattered to the stone floor. Yarsi bit his lip hard and nearly screamed at the pain in his hand. He involuntarily squeezed his wounded shoulder and took a step back.

I hummed, pretending to appear disinterested, “you can never go wrong with silver.” He nodded, following my lead. “Are you… sure?” the clerk questioned with some worry. “You would fare much better with stainless steel or even titanium.” Silver was, unfortunately, a rare metal in our lands and, even so, one that was scarcely used. Most werewolves had some minor aversion to such a pure substance—a flaw even the Moon Goddess herself couldn’t reverse. But it mattered not. If silver was what Maeve wanted, she would get it. “No, he’s right,” Burke interjected. “My intended happens to love silver.”

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.

Or for her to turn out to be the thing I'd been searching for since I was exiled five years ago. A Silver Blood. A real, living, breathing Silver Blood. I adjusted the unconscious girl in my arms as I navigated through the forest. She was lighter than I'd expected, all delicate bones and soft curves. Her skin still held a faint silver shimmer, like moonlight trapped under the surface. Beautiful, Deadly, Perfect. "Boss," Marcus's voice crackled through the radio clipped to my belt. "We've got Silvermoon wolves at the border. Ten of them. They're demanding we return the girl."

These weren’t rogues; their movements were too disciplined, their auras too strong, radiating the authority of pack wolves. “Damn it,” Silvia cursed under her breath as they surrounded us, at least ten of them, maybe more lurking out of sight. From the corner of my eye, I saw our girls forming a tight line, their bodies tense, waiting for Silvia’s command. One of the wolves shifted into human form, and my stomach dropped. I recognized him instantly—a warrior from Silver Fang, though I didn’t know his name. His grin was smug, his voice dripping with arrogance as he spoke. “We don’t want to kill you all,” he said, his eyes locked on me. “We want Ashley. Hand yourself over, and we’ll let your r

“She is not my girlfriend. She is actually the wife of my rival, and we happen to have, well……identical goals.” “If you say so.” Silver grinned, his sharp fangs displaying themselves shamelessly. “So, the name Silver, where did you get it?” I asked, deliberately trying to steer his mind out of the conversation. It was not a particularly intimidating name for a thousand-year-old werewolf. “Ohhh, it's from a silver bullet, the bane of werewolves.” Silver! Silver was one element that werewolves loved and cherished. However, it was effortlessly the death of many werewolves. A single shot of a silver bullet could bring down a weak adult werewolf, and so it was highly regarded as a forbidden objec

His eyes were glittering onyx as he traced his fingers across her face then down to her breasts circling her nipples, ‘This is going to be a very pleasurable first for me, I’ve never fucked a Werewolf and you are so special, so beautiful you will please me in every way I command. She struggled desperately but he held her in a vice-like grip, 'I am going to enjoy taming you Silver Wolf and I am sure I will enjoy punishing you much more. ’ He cuffed her to the wall next to Blaise and then bared his teeth and bit her neck just above the mark Lucas had given her. He sucked hard drinking her blood and she struggled desperately screaming as he injected his v

I asked, earning an amused look from him. “It seems Angelina’s been filling you up on a few things.” “No, she just…” “It’s fine. That’s necessary knowledge, and yes. Silver can be very deadly to werewolves; many who push past their limit get severely injured, and others don’t survive at all. But those who do survive join the pack as soldiers and that is considered an honor. The second level is more… intense. Silver isn’t the only thing being used during the test. Wolfsbane too, do you know what this is?”

Despite the Beta's weak state, his anger and hatred reflected in his eyes, harsh enough to knock me off my feet. "O – open the door," I said to the warrior. The big man unhooked a small bunch of keys from his waistband with slow and deliberate caution. The Beta, I noticed then, may have had silver in him a while back because he had angry red circles around his wrist that did not look like they would ever heal. Silver had the ability to cut through a man's skin, down to his bones. Silver burned when it came in contact with a werewolf and it slowly burnt through flesh and veins and bones and everything between. It could amputate a man's hand if it stayed for only a day.

she told me. She looked around the room and asked for a blade or anything that could be used to dig it out. One of our warriors handed over a tactical switchblade that all of our warriors carried. Silver was a werewolf’s weakness. Well, one of them. If a silver bullet was shot into the wolf form, it’d make it impossible for it to shift back to human form because the silver blocked the magic of the shift. My fingers ran through Reika’s fur as I attempted to comfort her. Titan was purring to her through the link, wanting to also comfort her. I had no idea who shot her, but they’d die by my hands.