Whisper X Silver Novels & Stories

"Come on," Silver said, his voice softening as he turned back to her. "I want to show you something." "We're naked in your bed. What more could you possibly want to show me?" “Let me finish the grand tour. Then we can order food, open a bottle, and recreate the first time we met. But today I’ve got something special.” “What’s that?” Silver grinned and reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small transparent bag filled with icy white powder and a bottle of expensive whiskey. He held them up like prizes.

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.

Edwin asked, after hearing me repeat it for minutes. I nodded. “Your Silver will have more information about this wolf. What ever made her release him, she’d tell me!” The carriage slowed down, alerting me that we were at Silver Pack. I jumped down, assuming a more dominant stance. I looked up the stairs and saw Your Silver glaring down at me. She was in a white dress, quite pure and feminine for her. Edwin came down the carriage as well, looking around. “Her place is really nice but could have loads of hideouts.”

I turned the word over in my mind. “A what?” I’d never heard of that word before. “A Silvery,” she repeated. “It’s a special silver weapon made by witches. They designed it to deal specifically with shifters. It’s full of dark magic and witchcraft.” “Witches?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “Yes,” Dagny nodded. “It’s not a common weapon, but it’s highly effective. Witches use SIlverys themselves to defend against shifters, like werewolves. But they’ll sell Silverys, too, for the right price.”

Silver sighed as she went back to silence. Bianca soon felt a sting of connection trying to form in her head. She knew whose work it was. "Don't even think about it, Silver. You can't communicate with his wolf without my consent." "Why are you doing this Bianca? Just tell him already. You're already a childhood sweetheart, he seems to like you." Silver teased. "Cut it out Silver, it's not working." "Oh my goodness you're here." Xena walked out of the kitchen with an excited voice.

His heart felt full of her acceptance of him as they devoured the white tailed buck. He hadn’t participated in their pack runs or pack hunts before, and although there were similarities to Dragonmoon, there were also many differences. Newblood revered her in a way that he had never even seen with Serburi, and they were considered royalty. He also had never seen silver wolves, gray, yes, but actually silver? And not just in coloring, but in a shimmering, practically glowing way. Every member of Silverclaw shared this aspect of their wolves. Subtle differences existed in the family, Samantha was larger and her claws were a blue that seemed to shine like stars, while the other’s claws were whit

For a little while, it was just us and the forest. When Alexa finally slowed down, I noticed a lake ahead, its water so clear it looked like glass. “Wow, look at that,” I said through the mindlink, my voice soft with awe. Alexa padded closer, her paws silent on the soft earth, until we reached the edge of the lake. I caught her reflection in the water, and my breath hitched. She was a silver wolf, her fur shimmering like moonlight, with patches of white woven through it. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, stunned. Silver and white wolves were rare—almost unheard of. I’d never seen one in person, and now here I was, staring at my own wolf. “We’re rare, Alexa. Did you know that?”

“He looks like me, ‘’ he whispered, but we all heard him. “He does,” I said, standing up. “Have a great day,” I said, smiling. They walked to him and just stood there limp. I sighed. Archie just seemed curious. Silver smiled at them. “Hey, I am beta Silver, but you can call me Silver,” he said.