Novel & Cerita A Miracle Silver Wolf

~Zenaida~ It was a silver wolf. His furs were sparkling in this dark night. My eyes widened upon seeing that very rare wolf. Never in my life would I see such a wolf. It was my first, and it makes me wonder who could be the silver wolf. However, it doesn't matter to me whoever he is. The important thing was that he came here just to kill this wild wolf who was about to kill me.

When she had drunk to her stomach's satisfaction, she finally raised her head so we could see our beautiful fur. I had a silver wolf, the fur looked like it glistened and had the most beautiful shimmering blue eyes. My wolf’s eyes were literally glowing abd looked so fucking perfect. I had heard that silver wolves were blessed or the moon goddess’ children or something and since I had a silver wolf, that meant it had to be really special. 'Mother—’ ‘’Just call me Mom.’ I heard her chuckle. I chuckled too. ‘Sorry about that. My wolf is silver, does that mean I possess any kind of special ability?’

He wasn’t getting up. Tracy’s face drained of every hint of color. She staggered back, shaking. The manager almost pissed himself when the beast emerged from the shadows. A massive wolf, it was as black as midnight, eyes glowing silver. Serena’s heart swelled with twisted pride. “Silver,” she whispered, her voice steady and cold. “Show none of them mercy.” She didn’t need to say it twice. Silver never intended to let a single one of them leave alive.

My body ached, my spirit shattered, as I was left hollow and alone. And then—darkness. I gasped as I came back to the present, my heart racing in my chest. Sweat clung to my skin as I sat up, my entire body shaking from the memory I had just witnessed. My hands trembled as I pressed them against the ground, trying to steady myself. “What... what was that?” I breathed, my voice hoarse and weak. “Those were your memories,” Silver’s voice echoed in my head. “You had your wolf at a very young age, you are the only one ever recorded in history to get your wolf so young, Your mother... she knew.”

Ariana’s breath hitched and she took a step back, violently shaking her head. “No. No, that is completely impossible. She is a broken pathetic little omega. She doesn't have a wolf. She never has!” “Jax saw it with his own eyes,” Baylor insisted with his voice cracking slightly under the pressure. “She shifted, Ariana. And it wasn't just a normal shift. She's a silver.” The color drained entirely from Ariana's face, leaving her looking like a porcelain doll. A silver wolf.

As Seen by the Pack For a moment the pack was silent. Then it was not. The hall erupted into noises of excitement and fascination, as everyone stared at the new Luna of Eclipse. They’d been sure they’d seen wolves in all colors—brown, red, gray, black, even white—but never had they seen a wolf like this. Olivia’s wolf couldn’t be confused with gray or white, the way it reflected the moonlight made that clear. What could a silver wolf mean? It had to be auspicious; Olivia looked like she’d been formed from a fallen moonbeam, she had to be blessed by the Goddess!

And then, as if the world had decided to speak its truth to me, I heard the name that had been drifting through the air like a whisper: Ophelia Quinton. The first silver wolf ever recorded in history. The very first one burned at the stake, believed to have brought chaos and damnation to the Pack. I had read that in the worn out pages of a book in the library when I was trying to learn about my wolf. Now, I wasn't just learning about it from the book; I was living in the past that had existed long before I was born. The book never mentioned what her offence was; It only said Ophelia doomed her pack because she was a silver wolf, a rare breed, cursed.

"You have awakened what was meant to sleep. You have seen what was meant to remain hidden. The compact must be honored." They moved to encircle us, and I saw Tessa's eyes widen with terror as she recognized what was happening. These weren't rescuers or concerned pack members—they were here to ensure I fulfilled my destiny as a sacrifice, willing or not. I felt the sigil flare with heat as something ancient and patient stirred within it, approving of this turn of events. The masked figures began to close in, their movements synchronized and deadly, when a familiar howl split the night air. The silver wolf materialized from the shadows like a ghost given form, its massive frame positioning its

She's not as weak as I thought, she's my mate and I couldn't see it all this while, I kept on rejecting her and fighting with her, I am a fool__ a very huge one. “I second that!!” I heard the snug voice of my wolf. I should have noticed it when my wolf reached out to me in the tent, I should have known she was the one that called him out. “Of course, she called me out, I and Silver has been communicating but you refuse to accept her!!” He replied. “Who is Silver?” I asked. “Silver is Sylvia’s wolf idiot, she's the one you always see in your dreams!!”He replied.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...