Werewolf Silver Novels & Stories

But hey, I am no omega. "You're strong-willed," he smiled sickly, "I love breaking strong-willed shits like you. So let's play a game. I'll give you enough time to stand on your feet, then let's see how fast you can run with a bit of silver in your system." Typically, silver is not supposed to affect me if I had no wolf, but I did. However, silver still didn't affect me. Silver didn't work on my species of werewolf.

Devon straightened beside me. Silver is extremely harmful for werewolves, especially if injected into their bloodstream, it burns the blood vessels and causes a meltdown of internal organs. The brain stops functioning and renders the wolf incapable to breathe, arteries collapse and the heart shrinks if it survives the burns. Silver is a well known weakness of the wolves and is often used against them. ​It is banned in all the realms except the human realm. "And you're telling me now?" I asked, scowling at the Ulfric.

Liam Rose spent the next couple days sleeping a lot. It was the recovery I knew she needed. Her wolf had no experience processing silver, and I could tell my own wolf was absent quite frequently, helping his mate to guide her through. Silver and werewolves was tricky business. Silver affected just the wolf, but with how closely connected the human and wolf were, silver would kill them both. The way us Wulvers had evolved, though, the wolf could pull away from its human counterpart. With no body to kill, the wolf recovered. Some of the stronger wolves, like Lya’s, could process it much quicker and return faster, or even do it in tandem.

Well, that is because he is the only one that has the power to control a newbie from going rampage and also, after the change, bonds with the newbie to become an official member of the pack. Well, as you can tell, since the alpha wasn't there with me that night, I am not officially part of the pack. So no one could guess I have a wolf. One thing also, my wolf's color is silver, like literally silver. It was never heard of that a silver wolf exists or existed before, so I dare not tell anyone about it. I splash water on my face once more before quickly doing my morning routines and going upstairs to the pack's kitchen to prepare meals for the whole pack. After that, I cleaned the whole mansio

As I pounced on Thomas, a strange voice encouraged the action from the back of my mind. "Get him!" I froze in surprise, Thomas and Lily quickly following suit. "Who are you?" I asked the voice in my head. "I'm you. Rather, I'm your wolf. My name is Silver." I had a picture in my mind of a wolf the color of moonlight, her head held high proudly. "I'm Kendra." I managed. She smiled and dipped her head in recognition. "Daddy, I met my wolf!" I half pranced, half waddled over to my very startled father. "Daddy?" He was looking at me in awe. So was the whole pack.

Many other people helped out as well, and never once did they complain about it. All I could hear right now were snarls, bodies crashing against each other, and howls of pain. The stench of blood turned my stomach, but I ignored it for what was improtant. Every enemy that lunged at Thea met the same permanent end. Luckily for us I could utilize the gifts that came with being a silver wolf while she physically fought. In a combat scenario, we could produce a silver light the burned werewolves due to the silver particles in it. Likewise, we could also produce a mist out of it. However, we had to exert great caution with it though because it’d affect anyone that it touched, regardless of whose

You can hear his back break as he snaps against the trunk. She slowly makes her way across the small gap to the wolf. He tries to stand up but cannot move yet. His healing ability is slower as a rogue. Once she is standing in front of him, “You dare to attack me?” she says through a mind-link. Both the rogue and I are stunned. How can she communicate with him? We are not a part of the same Pack. “Who are you?” he demands through the mind-link. “Since you are about to die, I can tell you. I am the silver wolf. We are born once every hundred years. We are among the most powerful wolves walking the earth and are direct descendants of the Moon Goddess herself,” she says coldly.

I turned my head away from his own, determined to chase away the trail of heat his eyes left along my skin. I wanted to cringe as I watched the brutality of the fight. The muscular guy had blood falling from his chin, spitting it across the floor as he fought for his life. The bigger man held more strength, clearly a werewolf from the looks of it. A silver bracelet seared into his wrist, silencing his wolf and keeping him from shifting. Silver against the flesh will burn and nullify your wolf, but will not take away your strength or speed. Silver in the bloodstream will destroy us from within, almost a certain death unless treated right away.

“You train. You master your senses. You understand your wolf. Only then can you begin the hunt properly.” I rose, gripping his hand, feeling the surge of confidence. The whispers of my wolf mingled with the fire in my heart. I felt the new power flowing through me—muscles honed, senses sharpened, instincts alive. I was Iris, but I carried Silver’s soul. And together, we were unstoppable.

He smirked at me and dipped the leather rope in the metallic liquid. "Oh, Goddess, please save me..." I muttered under my breath while my whole body trembled in horror. I heard that silver could severely burn a werewolf's skin, but it was a hundred times worse when it got in contact with one's blood. Once silver ions started to circulate in the wolves' veins, it drove them to insanity, making them tear their own flesh in madness—the worst pain imaginable. I also heard that the one fortunate thing about silver was that it could kill quickly... But what if someone was immune to silver's deadly effect? I touched silver once or twice before, and each time it hurt like hell. Even if I truly was i