Werewolf Silver Novels & Stories

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

Damian stood there, his eyes wide with shock. "What the hell are you?" he breathed. I looked at him, and I knew my eyes were blazing silver, I knew I looked like something otherworldly. Something powerful. Something dangerous. "I'm done being weak," I said, and my voice carried a double tone, mine and my wolf's combined. "I'm done being used. And I'm done running." The silver light pulsed through my veins like lightning, like moonlight made solid. "They want a war?" I smiled, and it wasn't a kind smile. "Then let's give them one.”

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

Rex screamed, and blood instantly stained his chest. The burn of silver prevented the wound from healing. "Awooo—" Suddenly, howls erupted from all around as a hundred Silvermane warriors surrounded them. The "guards" behind me also revealed their sharp, silver claws. Our hidden elite warriors tore off their disguises, unleashed their wolves, and charged. "You..." Rex's wolf eyes widened in disbelief. "Surprised?" I sneered, pulling out the dagger. "The Silvermane Pack's wedding gift is the utter annihilation of you rogues!"

No matter what I did, it would vanish from my hands; the energy only lasted for about fifteen seconds. "That's alright. Overall, you're showing promise. Now that you know how to activate it, it’s more likely you'll be able to use it properly." She smiled, admitting her admiration. "You know, you’re truly impressive. This is the first time I've seen a werewolf who can manifest energy without using their 'wolf form'." She picked up a rock from the ground and showed it to me. A moment later, her eyes began to change, and black energy radiated from her body.

However, I refused to have one, which was solace because I had no plan to meet my mate. Growing up in solitude is the finest thing ever, not because I hate to have friends but because that's the best way to preserve my life. To evade interactions and obscure my existence from the vicious cubs. Honestly, I have one friend, just one friend. His name is Matt. He is the Beta of the Sprew Moon Pack, but I had no idea who was the Alpha and Omega of their pack. Well, knowing their information wasn't my cup of tea. I am a silver werewolf, and our breed was rare because of our extraordinary ability to heal the physical state of the werewolves. Our blood was highly versatile. We could dedicate it to s

The doctor deadpanned. Cronus sat up, "Did you just say rhodium? Morgan silver!?" "Yes." The wolf alpha recoiled visibly. Rhodium is the most dangerous metal to a werewolf and morgan silver is deadly when it comes in contact with a werewolf's skin. Rhodium weakens a werewolf so much while morgan silver can kill them. He was almost feeling pity for the Alpha King. Almost. But still... "Look, I don't want to get involved with you all ever again. I try to pretend twenty years ago never happened. Let's leave it that way." Cronus declared.

I bent down and picked up the dagger stuck in Brook's shoulder and went back to my side of the arena and sat down on the ground. Silver was one of the things that could kill werewolves, and in the form I had used it was even worse, because it entered through the nose and mouth and sticks to the mucous membranes... But well, the composition of this silver bomb was just enough to disable and not kill, and it hurt a lot, I was feeling the pangs in my chest myself, no matter how much I had held my breath, still, some particles had entered.

I bit back a scream, but they saw the way my body trembled and the way my fingers curled helplessly. “She’s already shaking,” one of them mocked. “You think she’ll die before we even get started?” “She’ll hold out,” another said. “She’s got that fire in her eyes.” Their words barely registered as I focused on breathing, on ignoring the searing pain in my arms. But then I saw what one of them was holding. A knife. Not just any knife. A silver one. My stomach turned to ice. Silver was lethal to werewolves. But to humans? It was something else entirely. It didn’t just cut us, it burned. It poisoned. It could kill me in an instant.

“Relax pretty boy, no one is going to hurt you. I will explain everything you’ve just seen.” “Explain?” I shrieked. “Explain what? That Logan is an animal and Kayla is a vampire and you are…what are you?” “A wolf is what I am. And yes Kayla is a vampire.” Silver reached into her tight jeans and pulled out a small transparent box which she tossed at Kayla. It contained green contacts. Everything fell into place. Her eyes. I always thought they were strange but then again I never thought too much about them because my hormones were on a rampage the few times I spoke with her.