A Miracle Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

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.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t step closer, couldn’t even blink for fear that when I did, the miracle would vanish. Then in that moment of excitement, a realization strucked me. This was the silver wolf. The one that has not existed in centuries. The very one had been searching for all these years, the wolf whose blood I need to cure my curse. My wolf winched, but I simply stood there, wide-eyed, breath caught in my throat, while I struggled to believe that the girl I had feared to lose, the girl I love and desire was the source of the power I had been hunting for so long.

My hands trembled when I started to open the book, page by page. Because I was impatient, I checked the table of contents, 'Power of silver wolf'. I opened the page number and then I saw a particular line. "The power of the silver wolf would be fully activated after they mate with their mate." I was in deep thought for some time as I stared at the page. I decided to start from the very first page of the book, and I was delighted to know that my wolf was not an abomination at all. Although she is a unique kind of wolf that is hard to come across, it shows up only once in a blue moon. In fact, instead of an abomination, a silver wolf is a special wolf that should not be toiled with because the

Then everything exploded. Something massive hit the guards like a freight train. Bodies flew through the air. Bones cracked. Men screamed. I opened my eyes and couldn't believe what I saw. A wolf. But not any normal wolf. He was enormous. Twice the size of any wolf I'd ever seen. His fur was pure silver-white, glowing in the moonlight like magic. His eyes burned gold. Ancient. Powerful. Absolutely beautiful. One guard tried to run. The silver wolf was faster. It was over in seconds.

"And in the center of the room was a cage made of pure light." "What was in the cage?" "A wolf, the most beautiful wolf I've ever seen, it was huge, easily twice the size of a normal dire-wolf, and its fur was pure white like fresh snow." I opened my eyes and looked at them. "But its eyes were what got me, they were silver, the same color my eyes turned." The healer stopped writing. "You saw a white dire-wolf with silver eyes?" "Yes, why? What does that mean?" "There are legends about the first Moon Wolf, they say she had white fur and silver eyes, but those are just stories, no one has seen a wolf like that in over a thousand years."

Her scream turned into a howl. When the light faded, silence followed. She stood in the center of the ring—not as a girl, not as a beaten Luna—but as a wolf of legend. Her fur was pure white, glowing under the sun. Her eyes shone silver, fierce and wild. Power rolled off her in waves. Her size was massive, larger than any wolf they’d seen. She looked like a goddess of the old stories—untouchable and deadly. The crowd stared in shock. Some fell to their knees.

Her healing instincts took over before her caution could stop her. "Easy," she murmured, kneeling beside him as silver light began to emanate from her hands. "I'm going to help you." The wolf's eyes snapped open—golden brown, wild with pain and confusion. He tried to pull away from her touch, but he was too weak to resist as her power flowed into his wounds. "What—who are you?" His voice was rough, strained. "Someone who can help." Miranda kept her voice calm and steady as she worked, the way her father had taught her. Healing required trust, and trust required peace. "What's your name?"

It seemed like he was too mesmerized with the legendary wolf that he only heard through words and seen through sketches and books. “I can’t believe that this legendary wolf is already at reach… This time, I will make sure that I will own you… And your wolf, Leila Mercado… I will do it – by hook and by crook…” He declared eerily – as he let out a creepy and loud howl that almost shook her to the core. But Silver’s determination to win didn’t even falter. Because no matter how much he blabbered such things – she wouldn’t let him win this game. She is as competitive as that.

I gawk in awe, the swarming numbers of snow-white wolves that have graced upon us all. One stands in front, controlling the command, wearing on its large head, a crown similar to the one stuck on mom’s head. It howls, so loud, resplendent and magical…into the darkening sky. Like a purification spell, all the malice is relinquished and the corrupt haze is gone. The wolves warped in Silver’s resonance snap out of it and Silver himself looks shocked to see the new comers. In an instant, the wolf in charge shifts into human, draped in outfits you’d only see in those fairytale movies that the royalties are adorned in. Platinum silver hair, flowing past his broad shoulders so gracefully. He ought

Lya never mentioned this nothingness when she briefly told me about how she used silver to keep her wolf from bothering her. Things started to click, though. Lya was a Wulver. She was resistant to silver. Just maybe, it affected her differently. If it was possible to hyperventilate when you felt like you couldn’t move due to the elephant on your chest, that's what I did. Wolves - normal wolves - couldn’t handle silver. It could easily kill them. I had, successfully, accidentally killed myself. But that was the last thing I wanted. I had only wanted silence, so I could experience what I truly wanted and felt - without the impact of the bonds to my wolf, my pack, and my mate. I wanted to come