Silver Circlet Novels & Stories

Irene let out a low whistle. “It’s polished.” Raven scoffed, “If there was one thing we can trust His Majesty to do it is to cover all the details.” She lifted the circlet of twining gold leaves, rubies, diamonds, and emeralds out of the box and hooked the veil onto it. Sarah let out a little gasp of awe while Lily wiped her eyes. “Almost there,” Raven told Laurel and set the circlet on her head. She stepped back to admire the vision Laurel was in her gown.

She looked every bit a queen—untouchable, proud, and dangerous. Kaelen couldn’t help but notice the way the Crescent Fang looked at her. Not simply as leader, but as law. One nod from Lyra, and Kaelen suspected the pack would rip him apart before he could draw another breath. Hours passed in tense silence until they reached a wide clearing where the trees had been stripped bare. Charred stumps jutted from the earth like blackened teeth. At the center, a massive stone ring marked with runes loomed, half-buried in moss and claw-scratches.

“I had Elder Luke make it for me after he visited my hospital room a few days ago.” “What’s a silver ring going to do? She still managed to get into your head when you had the silver collar, didn’t she?” “Right… but this isn’t ordinary blessed silver,” I explained, picking it back up to show them. “This is made out of the ancient ceremonial sword. The same silver that Selene herself blessed, making it the first-ever of its kind. The only silver to have not only her life essence, but her direct sanctification too. I had Elder Luke melt it down for me and forge this instead. I’m hoping that it might be stronger than your average handcuffs and help keep Thea from immediately tracking me down.”

They rose for me. I wore no crown, only the silver circlet Countess Miriel had gifted me. It was simple, save for the garnet that caught the light like a drop of blood. But I saw how their gazes lingered on it, how even silence seemed to bend beneath its weight. Damien noticed too.

“For you to know, it's made of the same metal that forged Excalibur's blade. - She said. Beside him, Trigon appeared, who gave him a red bracelet with adorned chains, and which were outlined as braided. It was shaped like four whorls, among them the four snakes intertwining and biting their own tail, adorned with round green stones in them around each serpent's head. Handing it to him, she said. - They are made of the magical metals of my dimension. Then after her came Circe, who handed him a necklace, it was a thin red metal with a square stone covered with inscriptions around it and several inscriptions on it.

But my feet remained firmly rooted to the floor, as if the chamber itself refused to let me go. Slowly, the ancient circlet settled into my waiting hands. It was far lighter than I had imagined….warm, almost living against my skin. Its silver metal bore delicate engravings that shifted and flowed whenever I focused on them too closely, revealing fleeting scenes from lives long forgotten: wolves standing united beneath a full moon, children chasing one another through sun-dappled forests, elders blessing newborn pups with gentle hands, warriors laying down their swords to embrace former enemies in forgiveness. This was not a crown forged to celebrate raw power or conquest.

Morrigan held out her silver dagger, “Silver, child. It is one of the earths gifts. Your Makya’s people call it the moon metal. This is an apt enough name. its very presence repels illness, purifies water, and can aid in many medical treatments. It is powerful magic in its own right, which is why it has been sought after by mankind since the dawn of time. Pull out your pendant.” “Pendant?” “Your mother’s pendant, child. The one in your pouch.” I reached down and withdrew the moon pendant. The two crescent moon’s formed horned spikes on either side of the full moon center. “Place it against his skin. You will see what happens when silver comes in contact with tainted magic.”

"Don't touch the chains." I looked at him. "Why?" "Silver." "I know." "No." His voice became serious. "These aren't ordinary silver." I looked closer. There were symbols carved into the metal. The same crescent. My stomach twisted. "They're made from Moonborn silver." Adrian's eyes shifted toward Lucian. "You told her?" Lucian froze. I looked between them. "Told me what?" Neither answered. I stepped closer. "What aren't you telling me?"

Today was theirs. Sera stood before a wide stone arch woven with white blossoms—Elara’s flowers, carefully replanted from the last surviving Silvermoon grove. Her gown flowed like moonlight made silk, embroidered with threads that caught the sun and glowed softly with her aura. She wore her mother’s ceremonial silver circlet, restored and redesigned to fit her without dimming its lineage.

They said the Saint had awoken. Inside the grand temple, Elysia waited behind the doors. Her body still ached from the ceremony. The burn beneath her skin had quieted, but the gold in her veins refused to fade; it shimmered faintly through the thin linen of her sleeves. Attendants moved around her in silence, adjusting the folds of her robe. The fabric was white and impossibly soft, threaded with dust-fine strands of gold that caught each movement like flame. When they set the crystal circlet upon her head, the weight of it pressed against her temples like a crown of heat.