Novel & Cerita A Miracle Silver Wolf

And standing in the center of the field, completely still, the wolf. She was enormous. I mean that specifically — she was large enough that the first look at her produced a kind of refusal, my mind saying that's not a real size and needing to try again. She was silver in a way that had nothing to do with grey or white — the metallic, self-generating silver of old mirrors, the color of moonlight at its coldest and clearest, a color that made its own light instead of reflecting what surrounded it. She was not moving. And the ash beneath her paws was trembling — not because of anything she was doing, but because of what she was. The earth responding to weight and presence and something ancient

And she hadn't just shifted in front of the whole region, she had hypnotized the crowd, even the most powerful being, like the sage, had been hypnotized by her wolf. A Silver Wolf! I had never seen a silver wolf before. When I was young, my father told us that silver wolves were even rarer than white wolves. According to him, they were wolves of prophecy, considered harbingers of chaos and upheaval, so why did the sage and every other person come into her spell? Why did everyone bow to her? I stood up from the floor, holding my wrist which had been burned by her witchcraft, or whatever she was. I was still shaken up and the wound from the burn had begun to close up, but not as fast as I woul

I rushed towards my mate, tears blinding my vision. “Zephyrus, nothing will happen to you. I’ll tend to your wounds just now. I took the rucksack off his shoulders and searched for the medicine box. I gave him some of his magic potion and Romanov helped me tend to his wound. “Silver is fatal for wolf-shifters. You should have been careful,” scolded a scared Romanov. “I’m immune to silver. Don’t worry about me,” he said with a smile. His eyes landed upon me and he looked at me with pride.

Everyone in the banquet hall was still shocked, forcing their jaws to grow lack and their mouths dropping open at the silver wolf now staring at Darci Meyer. White wolves were rare and superior to others in werewolf kind, but a SILVER wolf of fur that twinkled like starlight had only ever appeared once before. There were only tales about such a legendary wolf. They were so prominent that it was said the Moon Goddess blessed and sculpted the wolf herself.

I let out a chuckle before focusing on the book. “The silver wolf is a rare type of wolf that came into existence a thousand years ago. A thousand years ago, the werewolf race almost came to an end since they were being hunted down by humans and other supernatural races. The Moon Goddess, Selene, feared for her children, so she created a special kind of wolf and blessed it with magical powers that would be passed down from generation to generation. This wolf could be identified by its unique features like silver fur and golden eyes…” I trailed, my heart slamming hard against my chest. The silver wolf was blessed with magical powers? How come I didn’t have any?

I felt awestruck with such beautiful flora, especially at this time. In the center was a big silver barrier, which was indeed magic. "Can you transform yourself into a silver wolf?" Rana queried. "Yeah, sure." Without any stain of skepticism, I shifted myself into a wolf form, and when my gaze diverted to Rana, she seemed disappointed. Her eyes glided over my body as if checking if what she saw was real until she spoke again.

Silver fur spilled over pale skin like liquid moonlight, catching the sun until the wolf beneath seemed to glow. She rose tall, magnificent and terrible in her beauty. A collective breath left the crowd. Warriors lowered their heads in instinctive respect. Elder Corvin smiled, the expression of a man who had already won an argument. “No other Luna candidate can match her,” someone whispered nearby. Mira’s chest tightened, but not from awe. The moment the silver wolf took form, the scar on Mira’s back ignited. It burned with a cold, phantom fire, a searing reminder of absence. The pack saw perfection. Mira felt only the ghost of what had been taken to create it.

Her eyes held anxiousness, worries, fear, and her expressions let me conclude that she had never something like Miracle. The lady must have been a werewolf or something supernatural for she disappeared in an instant after that unwanted encounter. Unlike Emma's wolf Emmy, Miracle is a brown wolf with a brown, thick, bushy tail, and long ears with light chocolate inner skin. Miracle is a huge wolf. Emma didn’t believe it after she saw Miracle for the first time.

she asks ready to do whatever it takes to save her mate. “It was as I thought. A silver wolf has the ability to draw silver out of the blood stream of a poisoned wolf,” I share with her. “How is that possible?” the Pack doctor asks. I look at him and I see him take a step back, “Had you kept up your studies you would know it is like an aura that draws silver towards it and neutralizes it in the blood stream,” I say condescendingly.

For a little while, it was just us and the forest. When Alexa finally slowed down, I noticed a lake ahead, its water so clear it looked like glass. “Wow, look at that,” I said through the mindlink, my voice soft with awe. Alexa padded closer, her paws silent on the soft earth, until we reached the edge of the lake. I caught her reflection in the water, and my breath hitched. She was a silver wolf, her fur shimmering like moonlight, with patches of white woven through it. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, stunned. Silver and white wolves were rare—almost unheard of. I’d never seen one in person, and now here I was, staring at my own wolf. “We’re rare, Alexa. Did you know that?”