Silver Circlet Novels & Stories

I answered, looking out at the crowd where Victor, Hector, and the other city enforcers were standing side by side with Silas's spearmen. "This metal crown was made from the silver your mother gave to my grandfather thirty years ago, Fantine, and today it comes back to her daughter to unite our two families for good," Alpha Silas said, picking up the silver band with both of his large hands and stepping closer to where I stood. "Stand close beside her, Riley, so both of your pack links can connect while we place this silver on her head," Marcus instructed, taking hold of the right side of the metal ring while Silas held the left side.

For once, I did not try to make myself appear smaller. Greta adjusted the fabric over my shoulder and smiled at my reflection. “You look like a Luna.” “I am a Luna.” Her smile widened. “Exactly.” On the vanity rested the ceremonial crown. It was not delicate. Ironclaw did not create delicate things. The crown was made of dark silver, shaped like two wolves facing each other beneath a crescent moon. Small black stones had been set into the metal, catching the morning light. I lifted it carefully. My hands trembled.

I speak the 30% I own in perfect Vinča—words that mean protect, endure, return. The ingredients rise, swirl, and fuse. Four objects settle onto the table, glowing softly: 1. A new locket for Remy—ruby bloodstone, but now laced with silver veins. 2. A bracer of living flame for Seras that won’t burn her clothes anymore. 3. A thin silver ring for me that hums when reflections get too close. 4. A delicate golden choker for Kayo that anchors her ninth tail so the Forty-Eighth can never leash her again.

I gazed into Prince Simon’s eyes, my heart fluttering with anticipation as I reached for the box. With trembling hands, I opened the box, revealing a lush silver ring that seemed to radiate its own light, even in the darkness. The intricate design showcased the artistry of our kingdom’s finest jewelers, each curve and detail a testament to their skill. Diamonds and sapphires adorned its surface, capturing the moonlight and scattering it into a thousand shimmering fragments.

He said calmly. The crowd roared more, and some wolves howled. I could see Lykan staring at me, pride beaming in his eyes, and even Dominic was clapping loudly. I felt relieved pride swelled in me. This is what it felt like to be appreciated and loved. The elder turned toward Mira, giving her a nod. She stepped forward with the ceremonial circlet in hand a simple band of silver laced with ancient runes, marked for just royalty, but for those that could be Alpha in time of need.

Maybe he was just better at hiding it. Shirt went on, pants went on, leaving only a delicate silver circlet – set in the middle by a black onyx gemstone – as nowhere to be found. I spent a panicked few minutes rifling through my drawers while Dornell looked on, concerned, before finally, with a gasp of relief I unveiled it, hiding among my underwear.

“—will be for nothing.” Her heart ached at the truth of it. From behind, Isolde Mirean approached, her healer’s robes darkened with soot. She carried not herbs or poultices this time, but the circlet of her mother’s crown, retrieved from the ashes of the throne room. The silver glimmered faintly, a crescent moon etched into its center. “Serenya,” Isolde said softly, offering the crown. “This belongs to you. Always has.”

But when they stepped away and I turned to face the tall mirror, I stopped recognizing myself. I looked like someone who belonged. Not to their world instead of mine. To both. Exactly as the dress said. "The headpiece," Brinla said, disappearing briefly and returning with a velvet-lined box. Inside, nestled carefully, was a crown of sorts — though crown wasn't quite the right word. It was wrought gold, a circlet from which thin tendrils extended upward and outward in an organic sprawl of vines. Moon-shaped pieces of pale amber caught between the branches. At the front, centered perfectly, the Blackthorn sigil sat.

Elder Elliott presented me with a silver circlet, crafted with symbols representing the phases of the moon and the strength of the pack. “Lady Tiffany, with this circlet, we acknowledge your role as our Luna. Wear it as a symbol of your dedication to our pack and your bond with our Alpha." I bowed my head as he placed the circlet upon me, the cool metal resting lightly on my brow. When I lifted my gaze, the pack once again erupted into howls and applause, their voices echoing through the hall and into the night. Nothing gives me more joy than to have my heart desire, my Jamie, the alpha of my dream become reality, after the ritual, it’s time to celebrate and f

"I brought something for you," he said sheepishly. Sigrid grinned as she took in his words, feeling a fuzzy warmth spread throughout her body. It was not every day that Alric gave someone a present out of the blue. "Oh? What did you bring?" she asked curiously, tilting her head and resting the wooden spoon against her hip. Alric stepped closer to her, and placed the item into her free hand. It was a silver, crescent-moon shaped pendant on a thin chain cast in the same metal. The pendant had three glittering stones embedded in it, which were a bright shade of blue. Sigrid looked up at him questioningly, and Alric shrugged his shoulders, clearly not wanting to elaborate any further. He seemed