Whisper X Silver Novels & Stories

"We have stood in the frost of the morning, and the blood of challengers has been answered. We have stood before the council, and the truth of our bond has been spoken. But words and light are carried away by the wind. The final rite requires something that cannot be broken. It requires fire, and it requires earth." Xander turned back to the anvil. From a heavy leather pouch resting on the stone, he withdrew a solid ingot of pure, unblemished mountain silver. It gleamed coldly in his massive palm. "Silver for the strength of our pack," Xander declared, holding the metal up for the assembly to see. "Forged in the deepest heat, purified by the fire, capable of bending without breaking." He set

“Yes, Alpha Knox.” “The good news remains that Sage is pregnant. She has been with my child for some time now. This stress you intend to give her won't be worth it if you ask me. My mate is a Silver Wolf and only a Silver Wolf is one we've come across in a lifetime. Do you think we'll have the chance to come across another later on? Who knows? Perhaps Sage is the last one on the face of the earth.”

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It was honestly quite strange, and Gretel sat there, fixed at her seat, as Silver talked, and talked, and kept on talking, before talking a little more, and then topping it all off with a little more talking, as if talking was the only thing that he could possibly do, and was the one and only way forward in the situation that he was in, as if talking was his one true calling, and it was his destiny to talk, and talk, and talk, never stopping or ceasing for breath as he kept on the road of talking and chatter. Gretel, after a bit, became steadily more and more concerned for his lungs and throat. It was a surprise that he was still going on, now discussing batteries and their usage and how lon

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

She's an intimidating force, her fur a radiant, almost luminescent white, her eyes a piercing ice blue—she's the epitome of elegance but with the ferocity of a warrior. I give in and transform, feeling my bones rearrange themselves in a symphony of strength and power. As Silver, I let out a howl that resonates like an ethereal war cry, vibrating the very air around us. The Lycan and wolf troops answer back, their roars and howls uniting in a crescendo of impending victory.

He wanted me to speak. Silver. The word was at the tip of my tongue, but I wasn’t sure if I should say it. It was too... obvious. But Mr. Thompson’s expectant gaze was enough to push me into speaking. “Silver?” I said, a little hesitantly. Mr. Thompson nodded. “Correct. Silver is a werewolf’s kryptonite, their main enemy. Now, Hazel, stand up and tell me, what happens when a werewolf touches silver?” “Uh… how would I know?” I stammered. “I’ve never encountered any werewolves…”

They hear the whispers of the forest. "The Silverfangs aren't just looking for you, Raven," Tasha whispered, leaning in close. The firelight made her eyes look like amber. "They are building something in the old mines. They are gathering silver. Lots of it." My heart went cold. "Silver? Why?" "To make a mist," Tasha said. "They have a witch. She’s grinding the silver into dust. They want to spray it into the air. It won't kill a wolf, but it will choke your magic. It will make you blind."