Werewolf Silver Novels & Stories

Another rogue spoke up, a calculating glint in his eyes, "Alright then, mysterious lady. How about a little test? Let's see if you can prove you're not just a pretty face." I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued, "Oh, I do love a challenge. What do you have in mind?" He smirked, clearly enjoying this little game, "Tell us something about werewolves that only someone who's genuinely interested would know." I leaned in conspiratorially, my lips curving into a sly smile, "Well, for starters, I'm well aware that silver is more than just a fashion statement for your kind. It's a weakness, a vulnerability. The touch of silver can burn like fire."

Werewolves are vulnerable to silver and can die if the cut is deep enough. Wait. Where's my wolf? I haven't felt her in a while now. Instead, I heard the other voice speak to me. 'Don't be scared. Stop blocking me and channel into my power. With my help, you are stronger than all of them on full moon nights. Use me.' The Skinwalker took a deep breath as I watched his hand tremble. Her eyes. They are glowing! Fuck!" Dropping the silver blade, he sprinted into the woods as the recently shifted wolf chased after him in a frantic hurry.

I spat. “Because of the way silver works for a Wulver,” he sighed. “We are resistant to silver, but not immune. Her wolf will recede away to avoid it, taking the scent, the ability to mindlink, even the mate bond with it. The wolf is still there, watching, and waiting in case it needs to come forward. It isn’t going to hurt her.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, the same way silver didn’t hurt her before. You’ve seen all her scars!”

"Silver?" Sliver could be harmful to werewolves. It could affect their wolves, making them unable to shift. It could also weaken their body and senses, their speed and strength. It just makes them lose all of their werewolves advantages, until they are just like humans. Sometimes, it makes them sick, but there had not been a case where it killed anyone. Ezra kept back the burger in the plate. "I need some silver. Powdered, preferably." She demanded. "What do you need powdered silver for?" Ezra asked her. "You want to put it in her food as well?"

His wolf was feeding him strength for healing. Silver was a powerful toxin for werewolves. It interrupted natural processes and inhibited healing. Even worse, in great enough quantities it could cut a human off from their magical side entirely, or sever the wolf from their soul. It was a cruel weapon, and a potent one for rogues to be carrying in these woods. “Your shoulder! I need to bind it.” I gulped as I noticed blood was now pouring from the wound near Gideon’s shoulder. As I had feared, the wound had traveled closer to the center of his body when he shifted.

That was a bottle of wolf’s bane. In the history of Lycanthropy, it has been said that werewolves fear one thing. And it is silver. Melted silver was the wolf’s bane. Silver is about the only thing that could kill a werewolf as a weapon. It has been kept out of reach because of its dangerous nature. "It's silver,” I said in a whisper. "Yes, it’s silver,” the alpha barked. "What I do want to know is how it got into that book,” he asked. His voice sent shivers down my spine.

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.

"Coated in ionized silver dust. Explosive yield: small. Armor penetration: zero. Anti-magic properties: absolute." "Burn them," Jack said. Catherine squeezed the trigger. The swarm didn't attack the gargoyles' thick skin. It flew into them. The drones targeted the eyes, the mouths, the open gills along their necks. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. The sky lit up with hundreds of tiny, brilliant silver flashes. It wasn't a fiery explosion; it was a mist. A glittering, deadly fog of silver. For a werewolf or a magical creature, silver wasn't just poisonous; it was anathema. It disrupted the magical binding that held their unnatural physiology together.

He had been bitten by another werewolf and, even though he was only a few days into the journey of lycanthropy, he was already turning. Phoebe had told him that werewolves are misunderstood creatures, simply because few people actually survive encounters with them. The opportunity to study them in depth is even more rare, and only a few scientific cases exist to provide credible evidence on lycanthropy’s properties. One of those properties is mending of flesh and bone. A werewolf’s blood possesses natural healing abilities, which makes killing a werewolf so damn hard. Silver, it turns out, disrupts that healing ability and turns injuries inflicted upon a werewolf fatal as they will not be ab

The undead attack even beyond the Border…. Yarsi frowned, raised the sword to his face, peered into the sharpness of its edges. The tingling in my hand got stronger. - A sword with silver is the best remedy against these creatures! Only silver can destroy any werewolf! His fingers loosened of their own accord, and the sword clattered to the stone floor. Yarsi bit his lip hard and nearly screamed at the pain in his hand. He involuntarily squeezed his wounded shoulder and took a step back.