Silver Circlet Novels & Stories

whispered Nicholas in Josephine's ear. Josephine opened her eyes slowly and something cold touched her cheek, when Nicholas gave one last jolt and she saw a rainbow glow at the corner of her eye. Nicholas held her close and Josephine saw a glistening silver circlet, carved with gold leaf tendrils and diamond in the centre. It was a ring hanging like a pendant from the necklace around Nicholas' neck.

She knows about my visions of the shadow figure; it feels good to have a friend so close to me right now. “One last thing,” the seamstress chimes in cheerfully. She reaches into her bag and pulls out my veil. It’s simple, the same color as my dress, with a delicate lace trim at the bottom. Attached to it is a beautiful silver circlet with a soft blue gem that hangs down to the middle of my forehead when the circlet is placed on my head. “Something blue.” Something old. Something new. Something borrowed. Something blue. And something black.

"A new addition to the Luna trials. The future Luna must stand within the Silver Circle for one full hour." My breath catches in my throat. Silver. The metal that drains a werewolf's strength, burning like acid with prolonged exposure. And that circle… it's small—barely six feet across—ringed with waist-high stakes driven deep into the ground. Even standing this close makes my skin prickle and itch. And I'm pregnant. Goddess, is this woman trying to kill my pup? "Well, don't keep us waiting, Hannah," Margaret says, her lips curling into a smug, satisfied smile.

Soon, it would be removed. The circlet of silver sat cool against my brow. At its center, a dark red stone gleamed, steady and watchful, like a heartbeat that never faltered. It didn’t feel heavy. It felt right and earned. My hair fell in loose waves down my back, untamed yet deliberate. I left it that way on purpose. Let them see that I was not bound, not softened, not controlled. My reflection met my gaze, eyes sharp, expression calm. No fear. No hesitation.

“But I need more silver.” “I have some here. What are you making? What is this cuff?” Willow was intrigued. “Just… something that might help Logan control his Lycan,” Meguitte did not want to go into it. “How exciting. I’d love to know the spell that you use,” Willow said eagerly and then read Meguitte’s expression. “Or maybe not,” she added, raising her eyebrows. “Anyway, how would you like the silver? As wire or…” “Wire is fine. About ten grams.”

The horses are restless to begin the day’s journey, the sounds of their throaty breaths and stomping hooves punctuate each verse of the priestess’s prayer. “May Selene guide your path. Bless Luna Osiris on her righteous path. May Selene protect you.” The priestess’s robes are made of lush silver velvet. The dew clings to it in small glittering droplets like diamonds reflecting in the sun. A simple platinum circlet on her head with the phases of the moon carved with pearl, abalone, and moonstones inlaid. Her hair is starkly black against her fair skin. I wonder how her path led her to become a priestess.

Fredrick was concerned about her safety and could only ignore the filthy surroundings and race up to follow her. “How much does this cost?” Priscilla was squatting in front of a stall, trying on a silver ring, when Fredrick noticed her. “Two hundred.”. “Two hundred? It’s pricey.” “It isn’t too pricey. It’s made of pure silver, it’s not just silver-coated, and the thread wrapped around it was made by hand using temple-blessed thread, ensuring good health and longevity.” “Okay,” Priscilla said with a smile. “I will take two for two hundred, and I’ll pay you straight away.”

Releasing her hand, he dug into his coat and pulled out a big gold circlet on a chain. She grimaced. That could be a tad big for my finger, I think. That's because it was created to fit your neck, she explained. She gave him a startled glance. "You anticipate that I'll don a collar? like a pug owned by the king?” Try to avoid visualising it as a collar. "Consider it as an—a," she said, raising an eyebrow. "—a chain and a ball?” Clearly losing patience, he snapped, "If so, it's hardly any different from the one that binds most mortal couples."

If so, I’ll be back at square one, and I’ll have to start the search over. Sarah leads us to the kitchen where jewelry is laid out over every surface. It’s organized into sections of gold or silver, and then into subsections based on types of jewelry. There is so much that there’s barely any counter space left in the large kitchen. “Was the ring gold or silver?” Sarah asks. “Silver,” my mother answers, moving toward the silver section. She easily finds the ring trays and begins searching through them. “It has wolf etchings on the band and a circular purple toned moonstone in the center with silver crescent moons on either side of it.”

I have a small collection, not all of them are here, but the ones I'm going to wear today are. I took his first, a crown made of silver metal, the whole base of which is silver with various triangular details five smaller red jewels, and a slightly larger central one, above this circle, there is another smaller one in black, with gold details, going up is the metallic part in silver, The red jewels are surrounded by a circular silver part, while between these details and the black part, there are small details in gold, vintage style, coming out of each red stone a black tip that splits into three at the end, almost like a cardinal's hat.