A Miracle Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

The pain was indescribable—worse than the silver trap, worse than anything I had ever experienced. The mercenary stepped back, surprise crossing his face. "What the—" My wolf emerged. Not fully. Not a complete shift. But enough that power radiated from me in visible waves. Enough that my eyes glowed silver—true silver, the color Katrina had mentioned. Silvermoon eyes. "Impossible," the mercenary breathed. "The bounty never mentioned—"

"It's like being responsible for something very large and understanding that the responsibility is real." Mirra looked at me. "Yes," she said. "That is precisely what it is." She picked up the pen. She wrote the final note in my section of the silver wolf record and then she set the pen down again and looked at what she had written for a moment. "May I ask what it says," I said. She considered this. "It says," she said, "'the silver wolf has found her pack.'" She paused. "'Heaven help anyone who threatens it.'" I looked at her.

It was safer that way. “Sorry excuse me Luna Lilith we wanted to check what colour napkins you’d like?” Looking at the samples the omegas held out I looked them over before finally settling with the silver. It wasn’t as boring as the cream or beige, yet it wasn’t as tacky as the gold. The silver also held a meaning. Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts.

Then she smiled, her amber eyes softly tearing up, “I know, stupid joke. But maybe Gio and our little hero will be friends, like I always hoped would happen with Robyn.” My last shift, only a few days ago, showed our little silver wolf has finally descended. Hidden away in the shadows where other wolves hesitated to venture, there was now nothing to see. The floor scorched back for metres around its perimeter where lighting had lashed it centuries. Once more, a furious golden flare of anger chased my wolf out of its ability to show me much else. The silver wolf has descended.

Both looked exhausted from travel. One of them nodded. “We confirmed the reports, Alpha.” Lyra’s pulse quickened. “The wolf exists.” The room fell silent. Then the scout continued. “Massive silver wolf. Witnesses from three different territories describe the same creature.” Silver. Again. Always silver. The word felt like a thorn beneath her skin. “The stories are consistent,” the second scout added. “She appeared near Eastern Ridge.” “She fought rogues.” “Protected civilians.” “Traveled alongside Alpha Draven.”

Garrick's POV All I could feel was shock. I didn't realize that I had stopped breathing until my chest burned and I had to force myself to start breathing. My eyes refused to leave her—this wolf that had just ripped her way into existence before us. Silver. I had never seen anything like it. Wolves came in blacks, browns, whites, grays… but silver? Never. Not like this. Not twice the size of a normal wolf, either. She was out of this world.

Leah has been calling me, but I ignore her calls- sometimes she can be ao needy, like a baby un search of her mother's breast Then I find an interesting section– a passage about the rarest of all wolf types- the omega silver wolf. "In the darkest of nights, when the moon bleeds silver and unsuspecting souls sleep, a wolf may be born with the very power of moonlight in their blood. These rare beings, known as omega silver wolves, possess the power to heal others with their blood. Their very existence defies the natural order, for silver – the bane of our kind, the very element we should be afraid of – flows through their veins, making them immune to its touch. These ones are not ordinary. The

I reminisced about the short time I spent with my mom, reliving the memories I cherished the most. In the quiet between sobs, a memory rose, reminding me of her bedtime stories. “You know, Liora. Silver wolves are rare. They are special due to their blood’s healing ability.” My mom narrated the stories of the silver wolves, like how they saved the world with their gift. One night, she revealed a secret. “Your grandparents came from this rare bloodline, Liora. So, your wolf’s fur will be silver like moonlight. Your blood could heal people, shocking them with its powerful strength.”

He waited for me to fill him in. “His name is Cedar.” I looked at him. He looked so scared. “I can’t leave him.” I said. I wouldn’t leave him so scared. Miles nodded his head. He didn't fight with me about it. We made it back to the living room. He motioned for me to sit down. I took a seat on the plush couch and hoisted Cedar to sit beside me. “Master Cadogen says you will be staying with us until the annual Silver Gala. I need to know a few things about you to help the night go easier. First thing, do you have any formal education?” I swallowed hard.

The words on the page are handwritten and some of the writing is beginning to fade. “The appearance of a Silver Wolf happens only once every hundred years. Only one Silver Wolf can exist at a time. The death of one Silver Wolf means the birth of a new one. The Silver Wolf is not contained to a singular blood line. Every Silver Wolf is chosen by the moon goddess alone. Silver Wolves are often hunted down by other werewolves because of their particular abilities. Each Silver Wolf is blessed by the moon goddess with some sort of psychic ability. As the Silver Wolf approaches their eighteenth birthday their abilities will begin to manifest. It can take years for a Silver Wolf to gain full contro