A Miracle Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

I didn't hate her, quite the opposite, I could not seem to be able to stop myself from claiming her as my own. Tessa is a Silver wolf who and her shifting surprised us. She shifted early, something that's unheard of among werewolves. Usually, one shifts at the age of eighteen when they are ready to meet their mates. That's not the only surprising thing, her wolf was silver coloured. There is a legend associated with silver wolves. It's said that they are a miracle from the moon Goddess. They have special abilities like possessing magic or being healers. I had Just shifted when her intoxicating scent hit me before my wolf, Ryker howled in my mind, identifying her as our Mate.

“What?” “Your Silver torments you because the blood of a silver wolf is in your hands. Silver wolfs are truly the moon goddess in wolf form.” I added. I know it wasn’t helping but it needed to be said. Ralph steadily nodded, having his psychic face. I don’t know what he was trying to read from an already clear scenario but he had my blessings. “It’d always hunt me.” Chris replied. “I think we should settle on hearing Your Silver out. It won’t be with my hand that anything happens to him.”

"You knew?" My voice shakes as I stare at my mother. "You knew what I was and didn't tell me?" The council chamber feels suffocating despite its size. Every important wolf in the Royal Pack is here, all staring at me like I'm a ticking bomb. "I suspected," Mom says quietly. "But I hoped I was wrong. The Silver Moon Wolf is just a legend-" "Apparently not," the eldest council member interrupts. He's pulled out an ancient book, its pages yellow with age. "It's all here. 'When the moon bleeds silver and the marked one bears lightning scars, the weapon of ending shall rise.'"

As I pounced on Thomas, a strange voice encouraged the action from the back of my mind. "Get him!" I froze in surprise, Thomas and Lily quickly following suit. "Who are you?" I asked the voice in my head. "I'm you. Rather, I'm your wolf. My name is Silver." I had a picture in my mind of a wolf the color of moonlight, her head held high proudly. "I'm Kendra." I managed. She smiled and dipped her head in recognition. "Daddy, I met my wolf!" I half pranced, half waddled over to my very startled father. "Daddy?" He was looking at me in awe. So was the whole pack.

We’re going to shift and hunt with her. Silver’s wolf is flawed, just as she is. Her fur is the tone of her natural eye color; sky-blue. She’s huge for a shifter wolf and has silver wings that span out a couple of yards in each direction. A silver crescent moon shines brightly on her forehead between her orbs, which hold all three hues-blue, silver and gold. ‘Even her wolf is an ugly freak of nature! Stand down, damn it! She’s not our mate! You better not do anything to embarrass the shit out of me! I would never accept that abomination as my mate!’

60 Mondrian “Well I'll be damned” I murmured as I stared in shock at what—who had once been Celene—still was. The silver sheen of her fur shimmered like moonlight, despite the cries of fear, I couldn't help but hold my breath in anticipation that might stop and look my way, feel our bond. “Is that really Celene” a shocked voice sounded behind me, I moved sideways to catch Arlen staring at the wolf running around the park. “She is a silver wolf! Those are rare aren't they?”

"What do I want from you? I was sent by a strange woman with a silver hair." The wolf's ears perked up. "Oh! You already met Aurora, the keeper of lost heirlooms. You need my help to unleash your wolf, then?" I nodded, confusion still etched on my face. "Very well," the wolf said. "Stretch out your hands, palms open, and repeat after me." I hesitated for a moment before following her instructions. "Silver Forest, sanctuary of the soul, wrap me in your calming silence. Let my essence merge with your ancient wisdom, and find peace," The silver wolf whispered.

I read the paragraph: "Forged from the fires of the cave of wolves, the metal used was given to the wolves by the Moon Goddess herself. It may seem it is made from simple earthly metals but the secret is it is made of silver never before found on this planet. Wolves have searched for more only to discover that the medallions are the only things made from the type of silver. This type of silver is not painful or damaging to wolves instead it is the opposite. This silver helps grant powers to the Lunas deemed the true lunas by the Goddess."

Allowing himself to become a vessel for the wolf spirit, his body begins to transform, his sense heightening, bones cracking as he transformed into a mighty silver wolf and howled to the sky. Naria gasps in shock, the legendary silver wolf was before her. She knelt down bowing her head to the ground. The silver wolf stood majestically on the rock , it’s thick double coat glistening like a polished moonlight. It’s fur is a blend of silver,gray and white with subtle hint of blue undertones that waved with the wind. It’s eyes burn with piercing yellow eyes shining bright in the night sky.

And standing in the center of the field, completely still, the wolf. She was enormous. I mean that specifically — she was large enough that the first look at her produced a kind of refusal, my mind saying that's not a real size and needing to try again. She was silver in a way that had nothing to do with grey or white — the metallic, self-generating silver of old mirrors, the color of moonlight at its coldest and clearest, a color that made its own light instead of reflecting what surrounded it. She was not moving. And the ash beneath her paws was trembling — not because of anything she was doing, but because of what she was. The earth responding to weight and presence and something ancient