Silver Crow Novels & Stories

We’re going to shift and hunt with her. Silver’s wolf is flawed, just as she is. Her fur is the tone of her natural eye color; sky-blue. She’s huge for a shifter wolf and has silver wings that span out a couple of yards in each direction. A silver crescent moon shines brightly on her forehead between her orbs, which hold all three hues-blue, silver and gold. ‘Even her wolf is an ugly freak of nature! Stand down, damn it! She’s not our mate! You better not do anything to embarrass the shit out of me! I would never accept that abomination as my mate!’

I replied. "Hunting for Jeweleries is fun too. Look." She said as she pulled away and held a small silver crown pin at the center of her palm. "I found this today. I wanted to give it to you. It's pure silver right?" Taking the pin from her, I examined it. It does look like pure silver but it is not one from our lands. "Maybe." I mumbled. Frost took the pin from my hand and stepped closer to me. "It reminded me of you when I saw it. Besides, it looks like it's men's pin so I though I could have it for you."

His gaze turned warm and tender as he added, "Ivy, this crown carries my scent. It will keep those low-ranking wolves in the pack in line. With this, you can't complain about being picked on anymore." He then turned to the pale-faced Rosa. His tone was casual, as if talking about the weather. "Rosa, you're already the Luna. Don't fuss over material things." Rosa froze where she stood, her breathing growing shallow and quick. The crown was a sacred relic passed down for centuries in the Silver Moon pack. It symbolized the Luna's absolute dignity and honor. Yet now, it had become a prop for Kyle's flirtation. However, Ivy didn't look pleased. Taking off the crown, she shoved it back to him as

The deafening, continent-shaking roar of the ninety percent slowly dulled to a muffled, ambient hum as the heavy white glass doors of the Grand Balcony sealed shut. The transition from the blinding, golden-violet sky back into the pristine, climate-controlled sanctuary of the Silver Spire was jarring. Jack practically floated across the polished chrome floor of the antechamber. He reached up with trembling, glowing fingers and gently lifted the Crown of the Iron Barrens from his silver hair. He held the kinetic silver circlet in his hands, staring at the inlaid pink hard-light crystals.

“And she made me promise something before she died. She made me swear that if anything happened to her, I would tell you the truth when the time was right.” “The truth about what?” Sarah reached out and gently lifted my mother’s necklace, studying the crescent moon pendant. “About this. About why you don’t have a wolf. About who your family really was.” My pulse thundered in my ears. “I don’t understand.” “Aria, your parents weren’t ordinary pack wolves. Your mother came from a very old, very powerful bloodline. The Silvermoon line was once royalty among werewolves. But your family was hunted, destroyed by enemies who wanted their power.”

We both sense that line getting tighter. “She’s coming,” I whisper. He nods. “Yeah. And when she does, it won’t be just for you.” I turn, really looking at him. “She wants what I won’t let myself become.” He meets my eyes, steady. “And what’s that?” I breathe in. “A crown with no heart.” The silver inside me stirs. It feels warm, solid—like it’s ready. Out there in the woods, something ancient is listening. And for once, it’s not moving. It’s just waiting.

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

I stepped toward my sister, forgetting the crown, the ceremony, and every warning that told me pain could be another trap. Otsana Blackmoon clawed at the black moon bracelet on her wrist, screaming as the metal cracked for the first time since Rudina placed it there. A silver light burst from beneath the broken bracelet. Not Blood Feather black. Not Adolphus red. Silver. Old silver. Rudina’s silver. The bracelet split open and fell in two pieces onto the stone. Beneath it, burned into my sister’s skin, glowed a second crown mark shaped like moon branches wrapped around a shadow wolf.

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.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?