Silver Circlet Novels & Stories

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.

"Your pack is dead. Your family is dead. Your home is mine now." "Then kill me." I forced the words through gritted teeth. "If you're going to kill me, do it." "Kill you?" He laughed, low and dark. "Oh no, Princess. You're far too valuable for that." He stood, gesturing to his men. "Chain her. Silver. I want her contained and conscious." Silver. Silver burned werewolves, prevented healing, kept us weak. They were going to torture me. "Why?" I demanded as they hauled me to my feet, as the first silver cuff locked around my wrist and agony lanced up my arm. "What do you want from me?"

The most glaring thing was the moonflower circlet on her head – woven from silver vines and studded with precious moonflowers. That should have been mine. It was the symbol of a Silver Moon Luna. "Looks like your wounds have healed pretty well," Rhys said coldly. "Ready for your 'new life'?" "More ready than you can imagine," I replied calmly. Cassidy fiddled with her circlet, feigning concern. "I hope the Shadow-fang Pack won't mind. After all… you don't have the Moonstone anymore." "Enough with the act," I looked her straight in the eye. "You and I both know the truth."

With the speed of a viper, Serefy reached out and grabbed Floreighn’s wrist, yanking the sleeve up. "Let go!" Floreighn cried out, but it was too late. The blackened, weeping ring of a Silver-Burn was exposed to the light. The hall went silent. Alpha Kenneally stood up, his chair screeching against the stone. "Silver?" the Alpha roared. "Only high-rank warriors or hunters carry silver. Floreighn, who did this to you?"

Purely strategic, I obeyed. She dug in a drawer and returned with a cloth-wrapped bundle. “A gift,” she said. “From my mother’s mother.” Inside lay a thin silver circlet on a ribbon, etched with the single-line sigil I’d seen over doorways. Plain until my skin warmed it. “A ward?” I guessed. “A voice,” she corrected. “Wear it at your wrist. If you cannot reach the wall, it will carry your call to the den. It won’t stop a blade. It will fetch a wolf.”

“You say this will work better?” Another voice joined in. “Yes your highness, the first potion is beginning to wane in its effectiveness. Perhaps when she was small it was enough but now we need to consider the long road ahead. This potion is stronger and we pierce her ears with blessed silver hoops and seal them closed where they may not be removed.” “Silver but ..it thought that was toxic to them” The other voice chuckled. “No your majesty, an old wives tale it merely acts as a collar of sorts to suppress the more violent streaks.”

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

And she turned to the Moonwell and reached into the silver water and called up the thing we had all come to the bottom of the world for. The true crown of the Moonborn rose out of the First Moonwell, and it was not made of metal. I had spent my whole reign wearing a shadow of it, a circlet of cold silver, and thought that was a crown. This was the truth the metal one only imitated.