Priceless Miranda Silver Novels & Stories

“This isn’t finished. Trixie thinks she’s untouchable now, sitting on her throne with her pups. But nothing stays safe forever.” Kira swallowed hard. “You would… go after them?” Mira’s smile was bitter, twisted. “Not yet. But the day will come. She took everything from me — respect, my place, my future. I’ll take something from her in return.” The wind howled through the ridge, carrying her words into the dark. Kira hugged herself, eyes darting nervously. She had no fire left to argue. She followed, because what else could she do? But Mira’s heart was already burning with plans.

In a silence that settled on them so heavily, they remembered how fragile a position they had come to be in now. In the far shadows of the hall, a figure emerged: presence commanding, shrouded in some aura of foreboding. **Miranda**, mother of Maxine, stepped forward out of that shadow, and her dark eyes were crisscrossed by lines of painful life decisions and unyielding belief. Long silver hair flowed down her back like a river of moonlight, her expression grim with determination. "This," Miranda said, her voice low and laced with fear, "is why I wanted to kill Hannah before. The prophecy was clear. If we allow the three-moon eclipse to come to pass, it will bring destruction. It might kill

This bitch wants a good smack on my rented body. “I don’t have to obey a name I just heard today. All my life, I was called Silver. Leave my name as it is! Why call me what a woman who abandoned me named me? Just leave it alone and teach us how to return to our bodies!” Luna Miranda took this moment to say something that made her snap at my mom. “Miracle is the name you were denied by people who made mistakes and others who never had good intentions. If you let your soul be consumed by hate, then you will stay right where you are, and nobody can do a thing about it.”

"Then trust me to find out who that is, no matter what. Nothing will change the fact that I am your daughter." For a long time, she said nothing. "At least wear this," she said, reaching into the small chest by her bed. She took out a thin silver necklace with a tiny crescent charm, old and slightly tarnished. "It was mine. It will remind the Moon Goddess to watch you." I took it with both hands, my throat tightening. "I'll keep it safe, thank you Mama." When I fastened it around my neck, her tears started again, quiet this time, running freely down her cheeks as she tried to smile. "You've grown so fast, Regina," she whispered. "Too fast, it felt like it was just yesterday."

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.

“Come here, let’s introduce you. Come to mommy, my little one…” She took Noah from my arms and grabbed mine with her free hand, completely unaware of the way my expression betrayed me. “Come, dear. You know the Smirnovs, don’t you? The leaders of the Silver pack? This is Mirella, their eldest daughter, Nathan’s fiancée and the future Luna of the Silverfang.” Her words pierced through me like poisoned needles. I looked at Nathan, and for a brief second, I saw it: Pain. But just as quickly, he looked away.

Mira looked sympathetically at me. “You must have somebody stronger than they are,” she said. I frowned. “Is that even possible?” She did not respond on the spot. Rather, she was tapping her fingers on the table as though she was thinking. Then she said, “There may be one person.” I lifted my head. “Who?” Mira hesitated for a second. “Lucian Silverfang.” The name meant nothing to me. “Who is that?” I asked. Mira threw back her chair.

Miranda is determined to prevent the destruction of the Nashville family, refusing to let an ordinary maid dictate their fate. With a forced smile adorning her face, Miranda navigates through the crowd of guests, searching for Melissa. She intends to use Melissa as a pawn in her scheme to disrupt Nora and Terry's relationship. As she ascends the stairs, her steps measured and purposeful, she can't help but wonder about the noises emanating from Jay Nashville's room.

“May I ask, my lady, what is it that you intend to embroider with the silver thread?” “I want to embroider a snow wolf on a garment!” Quintina’s voice carried a hint of anxiety. The garment was intended as a gift for Reginald, and she sought nothing less than perfection, selecting only the most exquisite threads and fabrics. Yet, the crucial silver thread had proven elusive, unavailable in any of the city’s shops. Her search had left her frantic. Now, hearing the calm assurance in Miranda’s voice, she quickly responded, “If you can find the silver thread for me, no matter the price, I’ll pay you double—no, triple the amount!” Miranda lowered her head and whispered instructions to the shop as

The room spun violently and the next thing I know I was falling to the ground. MIRANDA'S POV Freezing cold water was dashed over my face, waking me up suddenly. I coughed, trying to free my airways of the water that was trying to make its way inside my lungs. My parents would never. My eyes peeled opened and my every thought was in high definition. My eyes took in every contour of the muscular man inside my bedroom. He was the same man I saw going into the woods with Nigel the other day. I think he was Valko’s dad. Nigel did warn me that he would punish me if he found out I went to the burnt woods. "Please don't hurt me," I begged, I was so horrified my voice sounded like a man’s. Mr. Silver