Novels by Silver Moon

The Vein pulsed around Avery like a living heartbeat, threads of memory and light stretching in every direction. She hovered at the center, tether coiling taut between her and Kael, every pulse resonating in her chest. “I feel it… responding,” she whispered. Her fingers traced patterns through the currents, and the light followed, bending, twisting, shaping itself to her intent. Small fragments of lost souls drifted past, drawn toward her command, freed from the endless swirl. Kael’s eyes never left her. “Slow,” he cautioned. “The Vein doesn’t just obey. It tests you. One wrong move and—” “I know,” Avery interrupted, eyes fixed on a strand of deep violet energy, darker than the rest. It wriggled and pulsed like a living serpent. “But this… this is what it wants me to see.” She extended her hand, letting the thread coil around her fingers. Visions flared in her mind: a human family torn apart by an unclaimed death, a soldier lost in a battle centuries ago, a reaper long vanished fr

Avery’s eyes opened to nothing.No sky, no ground, no familiar horizon — only light. A living light, pulsing and shifting with a rhythm that seemed almost conscious. It wrapped around her, coiling and flowing like molten rivers, brushing against her skin and sinking into her bones. Her mark — the tether seared into her chest — throbbed with warmth and urgency, syncing with the Vein’s heartbeat.Beside her, Kael appeared, a figure of smoke and shadow, tethering the currents of gold and black that spiraled between them. His presence was a steadying force, but even he seemed dwarfed by the sheer vastness of the Vein.“Delan?” His voice cut through the hum, rough and low, carrying across the currents.“I’m… here,” she whispered, awe-laden. Her voice barely felt real. In this place, even sound was strange, stretching and dissolving before it reached her ears.The Vein shifted. Threads of light, thousands of them, coiled toward her hands like curious snakes. Each carried a pulse — fragments

The Vein roared. Not in sound — sound couldn’t exist here — but in vibration, in the tremor of light against the edges of perception. The portal shimmered in the center of the chamber, a vortex of living energy that stretched through mirrored dimensions. Ryn Hale stood before it, helm tucked under her arm, her expression carved from focus. Behind her, the retrieval squad prepared in silence. Five of them — all reapers of rank, each bearing the sigil of the Council burned into their breastplates. Their scythes thrummed faintly with resonance, reacting to the pulse of the Vein ahead. Soreth’s voice crackled over the ether-channel. “Team Alpha, your objective is clear. Find Varyn and Delan. Secure the anchor point. Do not engage any entities beyond containment protocol. If instability exceeds threshold, abort immediately.” Ryn’s reply was steady. “Understood, Commander.” “May the current guide you.” The portal flared white — and they stepped through. --- Light folded. Space inv

Silence. Avery floated through it, weightless, her body a ghost among ghosts. The pulse that had carried her through the Vein had slowed to a whisper, its current flickering like the heartbeat of a dying star. She didn’t know how long they had drifted—hours, years, or lifetimes—but time didn’t mean anything here. In this place, memory was the only constant. Kael’s voice broke through the hum, rough and steady. “Stay with me, Delan.” She blinked, vision sharpening. Kael was just ahead, dark energy rippling off him like smoke. The light of the Vein wrapped around him in slow ribbons, revealing glimpses of his human self beneath the spectral armor — a flicker of who he once was. “I’m here,” she breathed, though her voice sounded distant, carried on echoes rather than air. They stood — or perhaps floated — on a stretch of translucent ground, a crystalline corridor carved through the Vein’s living core. Around them, ghostly silhouettes drifted in the current: fragments of souls, memo

The Council Chamber had never felt small before. For eons, it had been a cathedral of eternity — marble white and shadow-black, suspended between realms, lit by the glow of the Vein itself. But now the light that filtered through the mirrored walls was dimmer, sickly, uncertain. The hum beneath the floor — the heartbeat of the world they’d built — had grown uneven. Edran stood at the center of the dais, one hand gripping his staff hard enough to crack the obsidian beneath it. “Reports confirm the current has slowed by eight percent. The Vein’s rhythm is faltering.” Murmurs rippled through the gathered reapers and lesser councilors — a sound of restrained panic. Aethren, standing at his left, glanced at the data-stream hovering above the soul mirror. The numbers pulsed faintly in pale blue script, symbols of the Vein’s flow translating into patterns of energy and decay. “That should be impossible,” he murmured. “The current has never wavered in recorded history.” Veyra’s voice dri

There was no sky in the Vein — only light. Endless, pulsing, breathing light. Avery floated in its glow, her body weightless, her senses stretched beyond the limits of flesh. The world around her thrummed like a heart too large for comprehension. The sound wasn’t sound, but vibration — resonant, omnipresent, alive. When she opened her eyes, she saw Kael. He drifted not far away, bound to her by the tether — a ribbon of gold and shadow that shimmered and twisted between them. But he wasn’t moving. His form flickered, dissolving in pulses of black smoke and silver light, his face unreadable, his essence fraying around the edges. “Kael…” Her voice was small against the Vein’s hum. She reached for him — her fingers brushing the tether instead of his skin. The contact sent a shudder through her entire body. It wasn’t just a link anymore. It was a wound. The tether burned. She gasped and pulled back as heat flared through her chest, the mark over her heart igniting in gold. The teth