A Miracle Silver Wolf の小説・ストーリー

She said, and Veronica’s teary eyes darted from her father, and back to her mother. “What is it?” Veronica asked her. “You see, in our lineage, as silver wolves, there is something really significant. We as silver wolves don't leave our pack, except in a case where a female silver wolf gets married and moves to another pack. Aside from this reason, if a silver wolf moves to another pack all of a sudden for no genuine reason and stays there, the pack will begin to experience tragedy until the wolf leaves, and goes back to where they should really be.” She explained carefully, while Veronica listened with rapt attention.

Chapter 8: The Mercy of Wolves “Mercy is not weakness, Mira. It is the sharpest blade of all—because only the strong can afford to sheathe it.” My claws sank into his chest. The Alpha of Silvermoon gasped, his back slamming against the cracked bone pillar. His eyes—cold, dead, calculating—were now wide with terror. A thin line of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, staining his pristine white collar. I held him there, pinned against the ancient stone, my silver-furred claws buried in his expensive suit. My wolf was screaming in my head, demanding I tear him apart. Demanding I rip out his throat and watch the light fade from his treacherous eyes.

Nick mumbled while everyone else agreed with him. Liam nodded and gazed at me, "I am. After talking to Edward and analyzing everything that he said, I am certain of everything that I am about to say. She is a silver wolf... A silver wolf because I read in of our ancient historical books that only the royal lycans and silver wolves are immune to silver. She can't be a lycan as no one can lock a lycan, especially a royal one as they are the wildest and most powerful wolves in the history of werewolves but silver wolves... The silver wolves can be locked with a powerful spell. You just need a powerful witch to suppress their magic."

He was a force of nature, a whirlwind of destruction, and I feared that he would lose himself completely to the Red Wolf's primal instincts. I needed to find a way to help him, to bring him back from the brink of darkness. But how could I do that when I was surrounded by chaos and danger on all sides? Then, a memory from my childhood surfaced in my mind. My father had once told me stories of Silver Moon Wolves, individuals chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. They possessed a unique gift – the ability to command all the Silver Wolves. It was a power born of the moon's magic, and it was said to be the ultimate bond between wolf and human.

Devon straightened beside me. Silver is extremely harmful for werewolves, especially if injected into their bloodstream, it burns the blood vessels and causes a meltdown of internal organs. The brain stops functioning and renders the wolf incapable to breathe, arteries collapse and the heart shrinks if it survives the burns. Silver is a well known weakness of the wolves and is often used against them. ​It is banned in all the realms except the human realm. "And you're telling me now?" I asked, scowling at the Ulfric.

She was right. Soon, I was fully transformed, and pointing a large snout in the air, I took a gloriously long sniff, reveling in the sweet smell of my mate… My prey. “I will stay!” Lyra growled back. I swiped a huge paw at my silver blocking, the metal refusing to budge to my assault. I roared at the cage, my wolf going berserk at the sting of the silver. It didn't stop him. My higher resistance to silver had been a gift from the moon goddess on most days, but it was a bigger curse tonight. *

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Silver can be tested. It can be detected. They’ll know what it is.” I ran my hands through my hair, panic flooding me. “They’ll trace it back. They’ll know someone is targeting her.” “Calm down,” he said. “It’s not ordinary. No one can detect it.” “No one?” I snapped. “Well,” he hesitated. “No one except...” “Except what?” I yelled. “Speak!” “Except a hyperactive and aggressive wolf.” The words dropped like a bomb, my breath left me in one sharp gasp.

Pure, overwhelming joy as I finally become what I was always meant to be. When the shift completes, I'm no longer human. I pad to a nearby stream on four powerful legs, and what I see in the water shocks me to my core. My wolf is unlike anything the world has ever seen. I'm taller than any normal wolf, with a lean but muscular build that radiates sacred grace. But it's my fur that stops my heart. Silver. Not the brown or black of common wolves, but silverlike the moonlight itself. I lift my muzzle to the blood moon and howl. The sound that emerges is different as well, resonant, primal and ancient.

He declared, and the shock hit us like a wave. I had been thinking the maids didn't know what they were saying, and it wasn't silver that was burnt in the palace. I had never imagined Yrene to be a silver wolf. We were all silent as the doctor's words sank in. "Silver wolves are immune to silver, and even though she inhaled a large amount of smoke from the silver burnt, it didn't harm her. She going to be fine in a while. She slipped into a coma, but we're sure she'll be awake very soon, as not much was damaged." He explained further, and I ran a hand through my hair.

My gun raised, I shoved the heavy doors open—and my wolf instantly dropped into submission before I even stepped inside. A strange lightning burst erupted from within, so blinding that I had to shield my eyes with my hand. When the unnatural light finally faded, I looked ahead. A wolf stood there—massive, radiant, and covered in silver fur. Not just any wolf. A legendary silver wolf. My own wolf weakened instantly, rendered powerless by its presence. An undeniable pull surged between us, and a golden ray of light formed, connecting my wolf to the white one. I glanced to my side and froze. Aiden’s head lay severed from his body, his remains scattered grotesquely across the floor. A chill race