Silver Snow Anime Novels & Stories

The book was flat, with only a few pages, and that intrigued me even more. I opened the first page and began to read; “The Silver Bloods are a rare breed of werewolves, descended from the moon goddess herself. It is a line of only female wolves. Not that males are born from these females, but they never seem to inherit the qualities of their mother.” Interesting. There were special wolves out there that were more powerful than the norm. I turned a few more pages and stopped; “Characteristics: They appear fairly normal in their human form, except for their silver hair.”

The only reason I could see him was by the trail of fire he left as he darted around the area. 'Are you kidding me? He's fast! I feel like its the wolf version of The Flash.' That trail of fire was hypnotizing. The way the flames mesmerizingly streamed out of his fur was beautiful. Nic just watched before Silver stopped infront of him and slowly, the flames disintegrated. But then a thunder sounded making me look up in confusion, 'The moon was out a minute ago.' Both Nic and Silver howled as the thunder became louder. As soon as they finished, both of them took off. I leaped out of my hiding place and followed them in a safe distance.

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?

I looked down. White. Not almost white. Not grey—the light was flattering. White, with silver at the tips of each strand of fur where the moonlight caught it, a coat that looked like it had been made to be seen exactly like this, at night, at the edge of still water. Large. My shoulders were level with the top of the reeds at the bank. My eyes in the reflection were storm-grey, the same eyes I had always had, but lit from somewhere inside in a way I did not have words for.

The wind rustled the trees outside, tousling his hair and the hem of his snow-white shirt. It was like a scene straight out of a movie. Back then, the girls silently bet on who'd have the courage to confess first, and I was the one who stepped up without any hesitation. "Lucas, I like you." I looked up at me, and a mocking sneer appeared on his face. "Are you a pig, Susan?" That was enough to wake me up. Gosh, was I really that embarrassing back in the day? Besides, if my memory served me correctly, he only gave me a smirk back then without saying a word.

The air in the room crackled with energy. “The last Celestial Wolf united the packs and created an empire,” another Alpha said, a woman with sharp features and calculating eyes. “What are your intentions, Aria Silvermoon? Do you plan to follow in your ancestor’s footsteps?” “I plan to live my life freely,” I said. “I’m not interested in ruling anyone. I just want to be left alone to make my own choices.” “A Celestial Wolf can’t just be ‘left alone,’” Marcus scoffed. “Your power destabilizes everything. You’re either an ally or a threat.”

I braced myself for the final blow. "Please... don't kill me. I'm not ready to die yet." A figure stopped in front of me, watching in silence. "You say you don't want to die, yet you just lie there and let them slaughter you." The voice caught me off guard. I forced myself to move, straining to lift my head to see who was speaking. I froze as I looked up. His eyes were a piercing, vivid red. His expression was chillingly cold, detached, as if he were entirely unmoved by the chaos unfolding around us.

Misha is really asking for it. “Asher Lillian is in the mansion sleeping with Zira beside her. These things are fake. They are not real. Whatever you are feeling is not, really,” I said, looking at Silver. And he was smiling at me. My heart pinged as I remembered the last time I saw him. I shook my head, running to him with my sword out. He brought his own sword, blocking my attack. “Mate, it’s me, Silver, ‘’ he said, moving back in shock. I looked at his shocked face and I almost felt guilty. Even Lila was screaming at me. I get rid of the guilt and attack him again, focusing on his neck.

Silver butterflies are creatures that can only be produced through the use of magic. When Miren saw the butterfly, she did not become frightened; this may have been because this particular butterfly had previously made an appearance in her life and was associated with her mother; therefore, Miren did not refuse its appearance. The appearance of the silver butterfly brought a glimmer of happiness and contentment even to the recesses of her heart. Of course, anything that comes up unexpectedly needs to be handled with care. Because Miren had been too careless the previous time and had allowed this silver butterfly to fly freely throughout her room, she needed to be more careful this time. She

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.