Werewolf Silver Novels & Stories

But again, the silver was making the process slower. He was furious would be an understatement. He was more than that. He was in his territory and someone dared to attack him, at his territory only. Could things go worse than this?! It was a direct challenge for him because he could say from the smell that the man wasn't from the North region. 'Are you okay?' Dominic asked his wolf who was affected the most by the silver. Silver always works faster and more dangerously on the wolf than the human body. It weakens the wolf which automatically slows down the healing power and eventually weakens the human body.

I let out a chuckle before focusing on the book. “The silver wolf is a rare type of wolf that came into existence a thousand years ago. A thousand years ago, the werewolf race almost came to an end since they were being hunted down by humans and other supernatural races. The Moon Goddess, Selene, feared for her children, so she created a special kind of wolf and blessed it with magical powers that would be passed down from generation to generation. This wolf could be identified by its unique features like silver fur and golden eyes…” I trailed, my heart slamming hard against my chest. The silver wolf was blessed with magical powers? How come I didn’t have any?

However, Silver didn’t spare and pressed down her weight so hard on the wolf’s hind legs that I was sure I heard a crack of a bone. “Get up! Graham get up!!” The warriors sounded horrified and dismayed. “Luna! Luna! Luna!” the rest of the pack cheered. “Now! Before he gains the strength back,” I ordered. Silver snarled and with another raging howl, she sank her canines into him and tore apart a huge chunk of flesh, blood instantly oozing from it and smearing her muzzle.

As for me, who had cushioned her fall, my left foot, crushed under both of our weight, had been twisted brutally against the silver ore. There was not much blood, but my entire leg hung at a sickening angle, and I could not feel anything at all. The silver suppressed my wolf, stripping away my healing ability. The pain devoured my whole body. They cradled Lily anxiously, ignoring me as I sat there pale, drenched in cold sweat, clutching my ruined foot. For werewolves, injuries caused by silver could not heal on their own. Severe wounds could even leave permanent scars, unless treated in time with a rare antidote.

C1: Low Growls in the Woods Silver Pack Silver Pack was one of the rare packs that existed among others. Each Silver Pack werewolf had a fiery glint in their eyes from birth and a wolf head tattoo on their back from the moment they first shapeshifted. But Raine's case was different. There was no fiery glint in her beautiful almond-shaped brown eyes from birth, which made her different from the others. There were loud rumors that she might not have a wolf, which was abnormal.

She's not as weak as I thought, she's my mate and I couldn't see it all this while, I kept on rejecting her and fighting with her, I am a fool__ a very huge one. “I second that!!” I heard the snug voice of my wolf. I should have noticed it when my wolf reached out to me in the tent, I should have known she was the one that called him out. “Of course, she called me out, I and Silver has been communicating but you refuse to accept her!!” He replied. “Who is Silver?” I asked. “Silver is Sylvia’s wolf idiot, she's the one you always see in your dreams!!”He replied.

My wolf was viciously growling, practically clawing on the inside, begging to be allowed out. It was permeant and was made by using a silver knife. Silver is highly dangerous to werewolves, it burns through our skin and can stop us from communicating with our pack and shifting into our wolf, essentially making us human. Even for a werewolf who had not yet shifted, it would affect their skin the same. Leaving any marks permanent. It must have been agonizing and unbearable for her. I continued to scan over my daughter's body for any other signs of abuse or mutilation.

Getting awed by the second as the fight grows with magnifying intensity and bloodlust, my hands fist themselves, my eyes probably star shaped as I pump my fists into the air with a yell. That’s when it hits me like a lightning bolt…I’ve never seen Silver fight like this before. With my exciting charge dying down gradually, watching the animalistic drive both wolves attack each other with…I am taken back to the scene where I first met Silver’s wolf. The gruesome way he dismembered those rogues and that void emptiness that filled his orbs.

I felt insulted and unsafe there. “I’m not sure. I have to check the register. Three years ago, a pack of twenty-five silver wolves lived in the Waterton Lake Area in Alberta, Canada. Maybe they have shifted to Glacier National Park in Montana. I’m not sure. They were the second pack, along with yours on this continent. The only large pack of silver wolves live in Ziliana, Mount Olympus, Greece. I believe your ancestors have separated from them to form their packs.”