A Miracle Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

So I actually had a wolf but it didn’t awaken because of my father? That man was more cruel than I ever thought. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Call me when you’re free.” As the call ended, I turned to Lucien, my eyes glistened with tears. But it wasn’t because I was sad, it was tears of joy. “I’m not actually cursed, I have a wolf.” He nodded. “Yeah…you were never cursed. You’re too amazing to be cursed. Your father was just an asshole.” He said, his voice comforting. “Come here.”

Its golden eyes swept over the carnage, then landed on me. I froze. Jace shifted back halfway, his claws fading, though his chest still rose and fell too fast. His gaze was locked on the wolf, not me, his expression unreadable. “This isn’t possible,” he muttered, almost to himself. “What isn’t?” My voice was hoarse. His eyes flicked to mine, storm-gray and sharp. “That wolf. There hasn’t been a true silver in centuries.” Tyler staggered forward, clutching his ribs, his knife still in his hand. “Well, whoever it is, they just saved our asses. So maybe we don’t question the miracle too hard?”

“You should not have come to this pack in the first place and I know you know this. Why are you so wicked?” “Oh, please.” I looked at the wolves who waited on me. “My sister here—stepsister has a secret you must know.” Resuming, the most wicked smile I could ever have came on my countenance and I nodded in satisfaction. “She is a Silver Wolf.” “What—?” “No way—” “How is this possible—” These and many comments were made by the wolves who did not believe them. “Sage is free to defend herself if she thinks I'm lying but I don't think she will because I have said nothing but the truth and you all must believe me.”

"You are one of the rare species of silver wolves, one of the last in the world. It comes from a lineage that is known for its strength, agility, and connection to forces beyond our comprehension. My eyes widened with incredulity. "Silver wolf? But... what does that mean?" Lucas leant back in his chair; his expression was thoughtful. "The silver wolves are a legendary breed, known for their unique abilities and the rarity of their existence. Many believe they hold a connection to ancient forces, a power that goes beyond the realm of ordinary wolves. And you are one of them."

Well, that is because he is the only one that has the power to control a newbie from going rampage and also, after the change, bonds with the newbie to become an official member of the pack. Well, as you can tell, since the alpha wasn't there with me that night, I am not officially part of the pack. So no one could guess I have a wolf. One thing also, my wolf's color is silver, like literally silver. It was never heard of that a silver wolf exists or existed before, so I dare not tell anyone about it. I splash water on my face once more before quickly doing my morning routines and going upstairs to the pack's kitchen to prepare meals for the whole pack. After that, I cleaned the whole mansio

Veronica I fell into darkness, but it wasn't empty. A forest materialized around me, ancient and vast. Moonlight filtered through leaves that shimmered like silver coins. My feet touched soft moss, and I realized I could stand without pain. My body felt whole again, strong. Then I saw her. A silver wolf, magnificent and glowing, stepped out from behind a massive oak tree. Her eyes were the same shade as mine, amber with flecks of gold. I knew her instantly, even though she'd died giving birth to me.

It shined under the sun's rays and reflected all over the place. I felt like I was looking at broken glass under the sun as she reflected most of the light away from her body. "Lucia wasn't lying. She is the silver wolf, gifted by the moon goddess herself with power unlike any other." Atlas said to me. "Yeah she is. The myth of the silver wolf whose blood could grant eternity to any wolf and she could bring someone back from the dead is actually true." I responded to him. Hazel walked to me, and rubbed her head on my feet, as she then moved to the balcony that overlooked the pack and stood there.

Please' She had always known that she was not normal. The silvery color of her moon-like fur was an unavoidable sign that she was not like the others. She was rare. Bizzare. If Lucifer were to see Silvera take over her body, the best possibility was that the man would just stay stunned. Not everyone has the chance to see a silver wolf more than once in their life, so the man would probably let himself be mesmerized for a few seconds. Standing here, if Silvera could control herself, she would just sink her nails into the ground, growling at Lucifer but not making a move to attack him.

A great, shimmering wolf erupted from my form—not a physical wolf, but a spirit projection, massive and glorious, its fur the color of moonlight on snow, its eyes twin stars burning with ancient fire. The wolf—my wolf, Zoey—stood ontop of me, between me and Eric, and the world went absolutely silent. Then someone screamed, "THE SILVER WOLF?????!!!!” Another gushed with disbelief. *Moon goddess! IT'S THE LEGENDARY SILVER WOLF!" “Wasn’t it extinct?” The effect was instantaneous. Every wolf in sight—guards, nearby servants, even the elders who had followed us out—dropped to their knees. They bowed their heads, their hands raised in supplication.

Now, it was taking over her body. “I’m not a monster you thought I was,” She said to herself before a silver dagger miraculously appeared on her hand. “I’M NOT THE MONSTER! YOU ARE THE MONSTER! AND I WILL KILL YOU!” With that, she charged forward. The demon wolf swatted her as if she was just a fly. Mira slammed against the wall, but that didn’t stop her from charging towards it once more. With the silver chain on its neck, she climbed up and then leaped in the air with the dagger above her head. The entire place quaked when the demon wolf growled. It moved to the side and Mira fell to the floor.