Werewolf Silver Bullet Novels & Stories

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.

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!"

This was my sanctuary, where I could gather my thoughts and find solace in the familiar. As I meticulously checked the weapons hung on the wall, my fingers tracing the contours of each blade and feeling the weight of each firearm. I had a single blade made of silver and dipped on wolfs bane with me. It was the best weapon against werewolves - silver bullets did not work for a million plus technical reasons - and even though Gary had told me to expect trouble from the wolf we were going to see, the blade was for Gary himself. I did not trust that guy even a single bit.

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

My voice sounded unfamiliar to my own ears. The doctor hesitated. “We did our best,” he began carefully. “But he had already lost a significant amount of blood before the surgery.” My heart dropped. “It was silver bullets,” he continued. “And he was hit twice.” Arthur cursed under his breath. Silver. For a werewolf, silver wasn’t just metal. It was poison. “Is he alive?” I demanded, gripping the edge of the wall for support. The doctor nodded slowly. “He’s alive. For now.”

Using the momentum of her hips, she drove the blade deep into the rogue's body. It was a custom self-defense dagger, its core packed with high-purity liquid silver. Squelch—! "AAAGH!!!" "You bitch!" The rogue never expected Elena to be carrying a silver weapon—a literal death sentence for a werewolf. Stabbed through the shoulder and his femoral artery, the liquid silver began searing his blood. He collapsed to the floor, let out a gut-wrenching scream. The second rogue let out a roar, his eyes turning bloodshot. Like a rabid beast, he lunged forward to help his partner.

However, fate seemed to say otherwise. A year ago, in a place far from the Blood Moon pack. A man named Ben was sitting with a healer. The man's condition has been on the mend since he was shot. It turns out that the rogue Ben is still alive and well. The man survived. He was smart. Knowing that Alpha Dave would shoot him, Ben brought a potion to neutralize the deadly poison of the silver bullet. For werewolves, silver bullets are deadly weapons. However, the Moon Goddess may have had other plans. She gave Ben a second chance at life. Ben wanted to use it to get revenge on the Blood Moon pack.

"Pretend that she’s dead and let her live her life as Selena under the mask. What do you say, Alpha? Time is ticking... and that silver is reaching your heart." The agony in my side wasn't just physical—it was an acid burn eating through my flesh, devouring my strength from the inside out. Every werewolf knew the horror of silver. Unlike standard gunshot wounds that our accelerated healing could knit together in minutes, silver acted as a lethal, fast-moving neurotoxin in our blood. It paralyzed the inner wolf, melted muscle tissue, and crept through the veins straight to the heart. Without immediate surgical extraction and anti-toxin care, a silver bullet was a guaranteed death sentence.

Alessandro's expression was very serious. “A werewolf hunter I thought I killed over ten years ago showed up, hunted me, and attacked us,” Alessandro said, and I opened my mouth in disbelief. “The bullet was no ordinary bullet; it was a silver bullet inlaid with aconite, a very potent poison that can kill a werewolf.” “How come I'm not dead?” I asked sincerely.

Silver… only werewolves possess these silver bullets and they used to kill wolves. What are… A crying woman ran into me and I fell back on my butt, scratching my knee in the process. I let out a strangled and painful hiss as I reached for my knee and my eyes widened when a silver bullet seemed to fall beside me. One of the men dropped to the floor with a thud and a scream broke out from me. I watched blood drip from his forehead down to the floor. I scrambled back as I cried, not wanting the blood to touch me.