A Miracle Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

Here I was, the man from the future, come to make matters right and reveal all the truths of the animosity and death that were happening all around us. "Silver wolf?" Dax said slowly. "What is that?" "It was something she inherited from her mother." I explained. "We still don’t know much about it. Only that the silver wolf is the very wolf the moon goddess possessed. " "That’s…" Dax whistled, still processing my words. "Remarkable."

Then, with a sound like thunder unleashed at close range, Samantha—no, her wolf—exploded outward. A massive silver wolf landed on all fours, fur shimmering like moonlit frost, eyes blazing with molten silver. She towered over the rogues, bigger than any Omega, almost the size of an Alpha wolf; ancient, noble, terrifying. The rogues scrambled. “Shift! Shift!” one yelped, voice cracking with terror. But it was too late. The silver wolf lunged. Her jaws clamped around the first rogue’s throat before he could shift. Bone snapped. Blood sprayed. His body hit the floor with a dull thud.

Just as I'd thought, they were still here. They were gaunt, twisted by madness, their wolves feral and unclaimed by any pack. I didn't waste time and ready myself. I shifted mid-leap, the familiar crack and pull of my bones melting into fur and muscle, my silver wolf came out. My sharp claws tore through the air, my wolf's snarl ripping through the night. They heard me. But it was too late for them. The fight was short, I make it fast enough. Brutal, to kill them in just one blow. One down with a crushed throat as he did not even know what happened.

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.

You can hear his back break as he snaps against the trunk. She slowly makes her way across the small gap to the wolf. He tries to stand up but cannot move yet. His healing ability is slower as a rogue. Once she is standing in front of him, “You dare to attack me?” she says through a mind-link. Both the rogue and I are stunned. How can she communicate with him? We are not a part of the same Pack. “Who are you?” he demands through the mind-link. “Since you are about to die, I can tell you. I am the silver wolf. We are born once every hundred years. We are among the most powerful wolves walking the earth and are direct descendants of the Moon Goddess herself,” she says coldly.

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?”