Werewolf And Silver Novels & Stories

Then, together, we strained our ears to listen more through mild static and automated filters. "Werewolves are weak to one thing…" Enzo continued to speak. "Silver. Pure or not, it wouldn't matter. Even the smallest particle of it would burn a werewolf's skin and render them weak." I frowned. What was he planning to do by revealing their Achilles' heel like that? Then he chuckled deviously. "As we speak, I have men at the central plaza parking a truck full of weapons made out of pure silver. Guns, knives, you name it. You are not powerless."

"What I'm saying is that conventional weapons won't cut it. You can't kill a werewolf with regular bullets, not unless you get lucky with a head shot, and even then the window is seconds before they heal." The silence that followed was heavy with implications. Jack shifted his weight, his weathered face showing the calculations of a man who'd survived decades of outlaw life by understanding the odds. "What do we need?" he asked simply. "Silver. Real silver, not the plated junk from jewelry stores or the sterling that's mostly copper." I pulled out a piece of paper where I'd been sketching designs all morning. "Pure silver, melted down and molded into bullets, coating for blades, anything tha

My fingers finally closed around the small can. The second they ripped my jacket open, I pulled it out and slammed the nozzle. Silver dust sprayed into their faces. They screamed and staggered back. But in the struggle, some of the powder sprayed back onto my arm. The searing pain made me cry out. Silver is poison to werewolves. "Fuck! The bitch has silver!" the rogues cursed, clutching their burned faces. "What do we do? She's hurt bad!" "Call him! If she dies, we're all screwed!"

“I think we should settle on hearing Your Silver out. It won’t be with my hand that anything happens to him.” Ray huffed. “If you give the command, as Alpha King, those other Alphas will have to obey.” It was weird hearing him speak calmly after fuming few minutes ago. “We’d all agree to let Your Silver be. He’s an incarnate of the Moon goddess, his works could be of stability to us werewolves.” I supported. So it was decided to let the silver wolf be. That girl was getting away with everything, courtesy of Rih. Silvers do help each other, alive or dead.

"All of it. What is the Silver Shard, and what is the 'pure, cold light' needed for the Claiming?" ​ Kael set his knife down, his silver eyes fixed on the fire. He looked tired, the façade of the ruthless Alpha momentarily lowered. ​ "The Silver Moon Pack was founded by an Alpha who mated a rare, silver-coated wolf, but she was a powerful elemental witch. She foresaw a magical plague that would wipe out the entire Northern Wolf territory. She couldn't stop the plague itself, but she created an artifact—a magical ward, powered by her bloodline's unique, unshifted essence. That ward is the Silver Shard."

Alex flinched as he saw the Werewolf in front of him. " Enjoying the show? I didn't know vampires' hobby is peeping at people makes love. " The werewolf made a joke as he approaches the vampire slowly. Silver wasn't scared of the vampire because he is sure about anyone stepping closer to his mate, would kill him. Alex knew that quite well, he watched how this werewolf is unstable, he kills every man who makes a move on Hazel. Then Alex decided to make a deal. " I can help you, Silver, I know you want to marry this human, you can kill her family, I'll Make her forget, then you can start living somewhere else, what about, my castle? "

I’m still having some fun and unleashing all of my repressed fucking rage on them. I stride over to my table of toys. I scan over all the different torture devices as if I were a young kid at a candy store. My eyes widen with a sense of glee as wave my hand over the various whips, blades, saws, and a large bottle of wolfsbane. Don’t want these lower life forms to heal too quickly. My hand stops over a large silver blade. This is a nice blade- nine inches of pure silver, with a serrated edge and sharp point, perfect for fileting meat. With werewolves, we can heal from silver, but if infused with wolfsbane, scars will be left. I think this is an experience Justin should remember…for however lo

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.

She said, and Veronica’s teary eyes darted from her father, and back to her mother. “What is it?” Veronica asked her. “You see, in our lineage, as silver wolves, there is something really significant. We as silver wolves don't leave our pack, except in a case where a female silver wolf gets married and moves to another pack. Aside from this reason, if a silver wolf moves to another pack all of a sudden for no genuine reason and stays there, the pack will begin to experience tragedy until the wolf leaves, and goes back to where they should really be.” She explained carefully, while Veronica listened with rapt attention.

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…”