Moon Of The Crusted Snow Novels & Stories

“It’s true.” “I feel like everyone’s describing someone else.” Lysandra’s smile faded slightly at that, though not completely. “I know.” Celeste traced her finger absently around the edge of the teacup. “Did I always have silver hair?” “Yes.” “Even as a baby?” Lysandra nodded once, softer this time. “You were born during the first snowstorm of winter. Your father swore the Moon Goddess herself touched the skies that night.” Celeste lowered her gaze slightly. “That sounds dramatic.”

We follow every lead. Finally, we find it. A mountain, so high it pierces the sky. Its peak is covered in snow, its slopes treacherous. But at its summit, a cave. "The Moon's Cradle," Freya says. "This is where the first wolf opened its eyes." We climb. The journey is brutal. The air is thin. The cold is biting. But we push forward. At the summit, we find the cave. The entrance is small, narrow. Inside, the walls are covered in crystals that glow with soft silver light. At the center, a pedestal. And on the pedestal, a single flame.

They needed a place that Aethelgard couldn't touch, a place where they could gather their strength and find a way to fight back. Selene looked at the Archive records on her tablet. She said there was a location mentioned in the oldest scrolls, a place called the Moon’s Cradle. It was an ancient Silverback stronghold, hidden deep within the coastal ranges, protected by the same lunar energy that powered the well. She said it was a myth to most, but the Archive gave the exact coordinates.

On the afternoon of the seventh day, fine snowflakes began to drift from the sky. The icy grip of winter was closing in on the Silver Moon Territories. Eira, accompanied by Serena, trekked down the muddy trail to the banks of Moon Lake, on the farthest fringes of the Silver Moon Territories. It lay more than a dozen kilometers from Silver Moon’s main city, a place even the clan’s patrol guards refused to venture near. Perched alone on the lake’s edge stood a two-story wooden cottage. Its roof tiles were cracked and missing, its wooden walls faded to a dull, weathered black from years of wind and sun, and most of the glass in its windows had shattered long ago.

The sky that night was not its usual silver. It was red. A blood moon loomed over the Lunar Pack, casting an eerie glow across the mountains. Shadows danced across burning huts. Screams pierced the air. Smoke curled high into the heavens—as if the stars themselves were mourning. Lyra’s heart pounded in her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around a crying infant—Snow. Her daughter. Her Moon Goddess reborn. “Zane!” she screamed, her voice raw with panic. “They’re coming!”

Morning came dressed in violet and silver, casting long shadows over the frozen valley where six Voices now stood united. The snow, once untouched and solemn, now bore the footsteps of fate—twelve impressions from six who carried the weight of the Moon’s memory. Aria stirred from her light sleep, the crystal clenched in her hand like a heartbeat of ancient power. Each night it glowed brighter, pulsing in tune with her breath, synchronizing more with her soul than her senses.

Only the mark remained, glowing red in the firelight. Flames and screams twisted into something new, yet terrifyingly familiar. The heat faded, replaced by a sudden chill. Smoke lifted, revealing a night sky painted crimson—blood-red and burning with its own light. My heart skipped. The scene grew clearer. The pack house had transformed into the grounds of the mating ceremony. Wolves of Night Crescent gathered in tense ranks, fangs bared—not in celebration, but in fear. At the center, Alec and Amanda stood beneath the rising blood moon, their forms illuminated in a sinister glow.

I reasoned out, pretending to be worried while I was celebrating Inwardly. Attacking sooner means that we will not have to wait until the blood moon. The blood moon will have helped the crystals to absorb more powers from the moon. The crystals were gifts the moon Goddess gave to her people. Werewolves are descendants of the moon and rely on the moon to increase their powers. The crystals are also used to harness moon power which can be stored and used in battles. That's why they have always been kept safe. The Silver mist pack was known as the guardians of the crystals.

— I murmured. I turned the book over to see who the author was, but there was no name. The printing of the book was dated ********. — Cronnos, do you know anything about the descendants of the Moon Goddess? — I asked the fleabag. He stopped dancing, looking thoughtful. - In truth no. I've never heard anything like it,” he replied. I flipped through the pages until I came to one that said: The true form of the descendants of the Moon. Below was a drawing of a wolf with snow-white fur and eyes shining like amethysts.

Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am. Every night, when the moon rises high in the sky, I take a moment to thank the moon goddess for the gift of my family. Selene, with her bright smile and curious nature, always finds a way to make me laugh. She has this incredible ability to see the beauty in everything, and her enthusiasm is contagious. Kingdom, on the other hand, is my little protector. He has a kind heart and a strong spirit, always looking out for his sister and me. Together, they make my world complete.