Priceless Miranda Silver Novels & Stories

The moment I stepped inside, Miranda stood up and bowed her head. This was the same Miranda I had once been rejected for, once the Bella of the Silver Crest Pack. But now, she didn’t look anything like the woman I remembered. Her skin was pale, her once shiny blonde hair dull and messy, and her eyes were swollen, like she’d been crying for a long time. I see… no wonder Alex had taken some time off.

Dawn broke gray and cold through the trees, the first pale light creeping across moss and roots. Kaelen stirred with a groan, every muscle aching. His dreams had been fire and shadow—faces he didn’t know calling his name, Elira’s eyes turning to ash. He woke to find her crouched nearby, sharpening her dagger against a river stone. The arrow still jutted from her side, though she had bound it tightly with strips of his ruined shirt. Her silver hair caught the early light, gleaming like spun metal. She looked…untouchable, as though no wound could truly reach her.

A few seconds later, she snapped her eyes open, staring at me in shock. "By the Moon Goddess... child, your wolf…" "What is it?" I asked, my own wolf beginning to struggle faintly. "Your wolf isn't damaged. It’s just… encased in a thin silver film, like a cocoon. This isn't natural, it's—" BANG! The door was violently thrown open. A crushing Alpha presence slammed into the room like a tidal wave. I felt my wolf instantly curl into a ball. Mira fell to her knees, whimpering in pain.

She pushed her bag and home keys into a locker, before closing it shut and turning the key in the lock, slipping that into her apron for safe keeping. Silver was what could only be described as a Belle. She was one of those faces that just seemed to stick into anyone’s memory and create such a beautiful image in their minds. With Mocha colored skin thanks to her African American origins, and black curly hair with little bangs that fell to her eyes; eyes that were a striking emerald green, and although protected by her large circular frames they couldn’t be hidden at all. She was a head turner and the men always seemed to be trying to get her attention. Silver was thankful that the manager at

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“That’s good. It means he’ll know you were kept pure.” Elara’s cheeks didn’t flush. Not anymore. The heat of embarrassment had long since burned out, leaving only a tired sort of numbness. She wanted to lie down. Not cry. Not protest. Just… lie down. But there was no time for that. They had another round of "exercises" before dinner. One of the younger maids entered with a tray of wooden models—grotesquely detailed. Her mother picked one up without hesitation. “This is what he will look like. Roughly.”

“I’ve stood at Lucien’s side for years. As his Luna. As his partner. As the woman he chose.” Murmurs stirred, curious and uncertain. She went on. “But what you don’t know… is the betrayal I’ve endured in silence. The lies I’ve watched him weave while you all bowed to him like he was a god carved in stone. Tonight, I expose the truth.” A hush fell over the room. “I, Mira—Luna of the Silver Mist Pack—am no longer silent. I have kept secrets that have cost lives, loyalties… and love. And now, I will not protect him anymore.”

Carla said hurriedly before he could finish, though she knew what was coming. Hera Diamonds was the only company left that had not terminated their contract with her since her scandal began and that was because she knew and had helped the CEO in the past. When Hera was just coming up and they needed a brand endorser, no popular celebrity or model wanted to endorse their jewelry but she had stood up and had chosen them out of so many endorsements she was offered then.

he threatened to hit me. “Please’ I begged for my life. “I am not playing any games and I didn’t cheat on you. Please” I sobbed out my eyes. His mistress laughed, “cheat? Do you even think any man would find you attractive enough to lie with you? Even the bumps wouldn’t. Sugar, I don’t know why you still fuck her, I am here for you” she held her breasts seductively. Gerald ignored her and fixed all his attention to me. “Mira, you are dumb. Too dumb for somebody with a degree. Why the hell should I believe this thing in you is mine? The pills Mira! They are for what?” he yelled.

A bottomless well of gold had somehow sprung somewhere owned by these Damneds. She chose a black long sleeve dress with black silver beads glittering on her left hip showing her delicate curves. Her hair was arranged in a tight ponytail with hanging curled ends. Her black head was adorned with glittering black pearls matching the color of her eyes and complementing her strong jaw. “Feeling the night?” Miranda joined her on the balcony overlooking thousands of guests. Her silver hair was simple – her ordinary signature – left hanging, straight on her back. Tonight, she wore a complementary silver dress with a black long-sleeve on the right and sleeveless on the left. Jewelries adorned her bod