A Miracle Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

I cleared my throat and began, “So your mother tells you bedtime stories every night. About the silver wolf.” The boy nodded firmly. “One time, the silver wolf crashed through the iron gates and saved the princess and her baby from the evil black wolf!” A chill ran down my back. Memories of that thunderstorm and what I did to Amber and our child clapped back into me like a million silver bullets puncturing my chest. There was no doubt: the princess is Amber—Edward Mills is the silver wolf, and I’m the black wolf. My fingers trembled with remorse and guilt, and hastily, I brushed them through my hair as those small fists punched the air in the cutest battle ever.

I asked, tightening my grip. “I don’t know.” He didn’t try to make it sound better than it was. His eyes went to the dead rogue, then back to me. “But whoever did won’t stop here.” Then his gaze dropped, lingering on me for a second. “Your wolf. What’s her name?” “Nyx.” Something sharpened in his expression. “She reacted badly to the silver.” “She always does.” “No.” Mira shook his head. “That’s not what I mean.”

"Last night? You've been asleep for two days. I’ve healed your wounds, but it will be a major problem if my family finds out I’ve let a stray dog into this mansion. If you’re feeling better, get out." I blinked in surprise, stunned by his sudden hostility. "What? A stray dog?" "You look well enough. Let’s go," he replied coldly. He grabbed my arm and hoisted me off the bed, pulling me toward the door without hesitation. "Wait, where are you taking me? Stop!" "You're a wolfkin, aren't you? Your kind is naturally resilient," he said, his tone icy as he dragged me through the hallway. "You should be able to find your way home."

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

"My little silver wolf, don't be afraid. As long as I'm here, no one can harm you." Three days later, my father held a new coming-of-age ceremony for me. My mother had personally crafted a brand-new suit of Silvermoon armor for me. All the pack elders came to offer their congratulations. Under the full moon, I completed my transformation before the entire pack. A silver light burst from within me, and I shifted into a giant, pure silver wolf. "By the Goddess! I've witnessed the Silver Wolf bloodline with my own eyes!" "It's truly the legendary Child of the Silver Moon!"

I couldn’t imagine what she was going through. “Show me.” I handed it to Alpha Alexios, who frowned as he inspected the evidence. Even Alpha Datsyuk peered at it, along with a few others. They all looked at one another and then at me. “Is your mate a Silver Wolf?” I was too shocked to speak. I knew how rare silver wolves were. They were on the brink of extinction. So was Cerelia a Silver Wolf? “I don’t know, Alpha. We just met when she escaped the Red Wolves and sought shelter in Lucania. The Red Wolves had plundered her village and killed her father and pack. She had nowhere to go.”

I shrugged. “Very rare. Rarest of rare. They are known to be created by the Moon Goddess’s blood itself. No one has been lucky enough to see one, but if you have, consider yourself immensely lucky. Just like white wolves, silver wolves also represent good omen, peace, fertility, but also immense power, healing and magic. If someone is blessed with a silver wolf, which hardly ever happens, then it's assumed that he or she is sent by the Moon Goddess herself for something greater, to heal.” Ruby answered. “Oh fuck,” Mac hissed while I stood there, speechless.

It had also marked her out as different, she was not human, stopping her head-long flight near a lake she walked over panting heavily to look at her reflection. Staring back at her with frightened silver eyes was the most incredible creature she had ever seen, a huge beautiful pure silver wolf. She turned in the moonlight and it caught her fur and she saw that it glittered and glowed with her power. It was stunning to see as the breeze lifted her fur and it sparkled like magic under the stars,

“Like I told you, Amber is not an ordinary wolf. She's the silver wolf and that was why the mangalrow was interested in her. In the history of werewolves, a silver wolf was said to exist years ago, like seven to eight hundred years ago. During her existence, mangalrows lurked around everywhere. After her death, mangalrows were nowhere to be found again. That is why not many people know about mangalrows because they are ancient creatures that didn't exist for years. For them to start existing now in the werewolf world means that another silver wolf has been born, and that silver wolf is Amber.” “How do you know that Amber is the silver wolf. I mean, she doesn't have any power and her wolf is

He was tall—easily 6'5"—with hair so dark it swallowed the light and features so sharp they looked sculpted from granite. The air around him shimmered with suppressed power, the kind that didn't need to be displayed to be understood. ​ As I approached the table with a tray of fresh bacon, keeping my gaze locked on the tablecloth, a sudden, almost physical force slammed into me. It wasn't Kael's power, but something deeper, a jolt that went straight to my core. The bacon grease sizzled, and I nearly dropped the heavy tray. ​ I flinched, my eyes snapping up just for a second, to locate the danger. ​ And I looked right into his eyes. ​ They were a piercing, crystalline silver—the color of the m