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.

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.

“I’m right here. Come back to me, Love. I’m right here waiting for you. Please, just come back to me.” Her body seemed to have relaxed some before she released a breath. “Open your eyes, Silver,” I pleaded. “Please…” My voice was nothing more than a whisper. She gasped and her eyes flew open! Silver quickly sat up, gasping for breath. I patted her back, trying to get her to take steady deep breaths. “Breathe, Silver,” I whispered against her cheek. “Just breathe.” Her breathing finally settled, and she swallowed several times before blinking and getting a bearing on her surroundings. She looked around the room, looking at each and every person that was staring back at her. Everyone was watch

“Trevor Barrier, to swear this oath to the Silverclaw family, you must ensure this with a blood oath. Doing so will illuminate you completely if ever you were to betray, or cause ill intent to Silverclaw. Do you accept?” “I accept.” He put out his forearm and I made a slash with my claw through his palm and forearm. Then I slashed my own palm and forearm and grabbed his in the official were greeting. As our blood intermixed both of our eyes became silver, the silver swirled in his irises and then disappeared into his pupil. The minute it disappeared, a flash of silver emitted from my chest and into his. Trevor was officially a Barrier for Silverclaw. I repeated all of the same steps with the

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.