Werewolf Silver Bullet Novels & Stories

"Amanda?" "Just think of it as hunting practice. Although I don't know what your relationship is with that monster, I'm quite satisfied that I was able to harm it. My silver bullet was truly effective and hit the target. The wound will not recover soon. If we are lucky, he will die on the run." I already guessed. There was no way the Grunger monster would escape that easily with just ordinary hunting bullets. Apparently, Amanda used silver bullets to shoot him. Isn't this a little strange? She is a werewolf but chooses silver as a weapon to paralyze her opponents.

Phoenix screamed, his voice echoing his astonishment. Blaze, a werewolf, should have taken much longer to heal from a silver-inflicted wound. Silver was notoriously toxic to werewolves, delaying their natural healing abilities. Even with the bullet removed, Phoenix knew the healing process should have been slow and arduous without the aid of a healer. Blaze glanced at Phoenix, his expression a mix of mild annoyance and amusement. "Close your mouth before you swallow a fly," he said dryly, eliciting a chuckle from Dexter.

Bullets seemed to have little impact, bouncing off the werewolf's tough hide as if he were impervious to them. "Does anyone have a silver bullet?" Trevor yelled, desperation mixed with humor, as he avoided a swipe from the werewolf's enormous paw. "Sorry, fresh out of those!" came the retort from one of his men, a hint of humor in his voice even as he fought for his life. The area became a swirl of turmoil, with the werewolf's primal roars mingling with gunfire and war cries. Trevor's thoughts raced as he appraised the situation, his instincts telling him he needed to find a way out.

Inside, rows of specialized ammunition gleamed in the dim light. Silver bullets. Each one specially crafted to be lethal to werewolves, even Alphas with their enhanced healing abilities. "And if he does try to interfere?" Sean asked nervously, his young face showing worry. My hand closed around the grip of my silver bullet gun. The weight felt familiar and comforting. The same type of weapon I had used to ensure the explosion at Florian's facility would be fatal if he somehow survived the initial blast. That had been my mistake the first time. Relying on explosives and fire instead of taking a more direct approach.

I stood…watching in slow motion…but before it reached me, Manson shot it with his gun Silver-bulleted gun…one of our top secret weapons for packs. The wolf fell..groaning in pain. I felt disappointed. I was itching for some action…to tear something apart…Bane was asking for blood… and as the minutes went by I was barely holding on. Soon…I watched as Alpha Roland, Beta Stephen, two women…six more men were dragged out of the pack mansion. My warriors held them down alongside the remaining Rivermoon fighters who weren't dead... I reached into my car console, grabbed my gun loaded with silver bullets, and walked toward them.

"Whatever. Let me show you these." He felt her eyes on him as her curiosity radiated off of her. Lucas picked a box from the shelf and opened it, revealing bullets. "Is there supposed to be something special?" She asked, her voice laced with disappointment. Lucas put a glove on and picked up the little bullet carefully between his two fingers. "These are silver bullets. It will kill werewolves or at least cause some serious damage." He explained. "That's so cool! Why have you got them?" She asked, taking a silver bullet to look at.

I squat below the place he is lying dead and I find the bullet at the center of his heart. I smell the bullet, it’s silver bullet. A deadly bullet, the only one that can kill a werewolf immediately. There is no silver bullet in the pack. No members has it, this must suddenly come from someone else. But how did he get shot without catching the culprit? The security in the pack is quite tight, no stranger can come in without being detected. “ He was shot with silver bullet.” I grieves, getting on my feet, my eyes bleeding into red.

She said. “What?” I shouted. What is a silver bullet is doing inside a wolves body. That silver bullet is just equivalent to wolves-bane. It weakens and if not remove from the body of the wolf, he wouldn't transform back to human. “What in goddess name is a silver bullet doing there?” I wailed. “I was as shocked as you too.” Jane replied. Memories crossed my mind as I was asked to carry out surgery on the strongest alpha. The fear that was around me then and the eye on me.

I sighed, trying to take control of the situation and move forward. “And this is why you should have let us get that BB gun. I bet silver bullets would be helpful.” River interjected. “River, this isn’t a monster movie. We don’t even know if silver is harmful to werewolves. And I stand by my decision not to keep guns in my house.” I sighed. “Well, River is correct. Silver is harmful to werewolves. Silver poisoning can kill if untreated and a bullet to the heart or head does the job no matter what kind of round it is.” Hale stated.

Murphy queried and scoffed. You gotta trust me on this one. Werewolf Hunters are dangerous. They don't care if you're good or evil. They will wipe any Werewolf even if one relates to them, " Kane explained. "I thought our injuries would heal by themselves? How then can they kill us?" Murphy asked further. "The Silver Bullet. If you get shot by one, you die in the next 48 hours unless you are able to get a silver bullet, Break it and place the particles into the exact place you were shot. Any other alternative is false" Kane instructed and Murphy heaved a sigh.