Werewolf And Silver Mga Nobela at Kwento

Tristan said. “I know,” I replied with a serious face. To kill a werewolf, you need something silver.

That was a bottle of wolf’s bane. In the history of Lycanthropy, it is been said that werewolves fear one thing. And it is silver. Melted silver was the wolf’s bane. Silver is about the only thing that could kill a vampire as a weapon. It is been kept away from reach because it’s dangerous nature. “its silver” I said in a whisper. “yes it’s silver” he barked “ what I do want to know is how did it get into that book” he asked. His voice sent shivers down my spin.

I saw movement as I stepped in, but before I could make sense of it, a hand clamped over my mouth, and a hard body pressed against me from behind, pinning me against the tiles, and also pressing a silver blade an inch from my throat. I froze. Not daring to move an inch or do anything as stupid as trying to fight him off. Because he wasn't just holding a regular silver blade, this one was made of Pure silver. He even had thick gloves on just to be able to weild it. Pure Silver was the most lethal weapon to a werewolf. A regular Silver might cause burns and scratches, but this? It would send one straight to the goddess. And I'm sure the goddess isn't benevolent enough to give me a third chance

I spat. “Because of the way silver works for a Wulver,” he sighed. “We are resistant to silver, but not immune. Her wolf will recede away to avoid it, taking the scent, the ability to mindlink, even the mate bond with it. The wolf is still there, watching, and waiting in case it needs to come forward. It isn’t going to hurt her.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, the same way silver didn’t hurt her before. You’ve seen all her scars!”

Rudina said as her face shone with determination. “Your highness–“ But the guard was rudely Interrupted when another blast hit close. It was so close that they could see the house melting. The blast was composed of one thing only. Silver. They had melted silver and put it in fire balls. Silver was the only thing, that could send a werewolf to the world beyond . As the blast hit the house, Rudina could see bodies of her pack members on the floor. They melt off and disappear. At the sight of that, her heart almost escaped her body. She had never seen something as gruesome as this.

The room seemed to fade away as his words painted vivid images in my mind. "The Silver Werewolf was said to possess a unique connection to the moon, harnessing its energy and channeling it into its abilities. Its silver fur shimmered in the moonlight, a beacon of power and grace. It was a protector, a guardian of the pack, and its arrival was seen as a sign of great fortune and strength." I imagined the majestic creature, its silver coat glistening in the moon's gentle glow. It was awe-inspiring, a symbol of hope and resilience.

I looked up at Elaina in confusion. “Silver?” I asked. Werewolves struggled with silver. We could manage light touch for short time but it was uncomfortable and would leave a painful burn if we had too much contact. It was said that it suppressed the wolf's side of you. Basically make you human. Not that I would know. I had never even thought to touch it. Elaina glanced at Jeremy before shaking her head. “No dear, it’s white gold,” she said, and I shrugged and then smiled. “Thank you Elaina, it’s beautiful,” I said.

We walked in and checked all the rooms before going into the last room. It was filled with silver handcuffs, silver bullets, silver cages etc. I was appalled by all these. Silver is very dangerous to werewolf, it burns the skin and is capable of killing a werewolf. I looked back to see Ted who had turned white and was staring at the things as if he was going to bolt out of there at any time. I calmed him and gave him a pair of gloves and put mine on as well to make sure our handprints don't get on anything and serving as protection from the silver equipments.

He was naked cause of the transformation but I wasn’t looking at his body, I felt disgusted by him. Three black vans appeared and they forcefully made us get inside them. They made us wear silver handcuffs. If they had ropes I would have break free but with silver my strength was not an option. We were at the back with 4 of them, all of them must hadn’t have shower for days. Roques are packless wolves that they have no alpha and no territory, most of them they are not threatening but some of them are like gangs. As for the silver is the weakness of werewolves along side with wolfsbane.

No vampire has dared to come near; they are even scared of Archie. “I will keep my pace,” she said. “Okay, let’s shift and run around the woods,” Silver said. I nod my head and watch them shift. Octavia is a white wolf, and Silver is a black wolf. Their fur is so cute and sparkling, and Silver is bigger than her. They are both huge, and just one paw will cause a deadly injury. They both purred at themselves, moving closer to each other, but I stayed in their middle, my hand on their snout.