Silver Moon Comics And Collectibles Novels & Stories

It is light as spider silk, woven with actual pulverized silver dust meant to reflect full-moon light during a mating ritual. I step up to the counter, my fingers brushing the edge of the glass. “This lace... how much per cubit?” The shop owner, a shrewd female wolf with sharp features, looks me up and down, recognizing my high-pack posture immediately. “That is moon-silver thread, imported directly from the high artisans of Ironvale. It is eighteen hundred copper-tokens per cubit.” I raise an eyebrow, pinching a stray sample between my fingers. “It is woven from wild spider-silk and cold-pressed silver. Beautiful, but delicate. It won't hold up if it’s pulled too tightly against heavy leath

Chapter 116: That’s Not True “What do you mean by we have not been able to get to the required threshold Mr. Silver had demanded? We are one of the top paper producers in the company, our profit is set to go beyond what we had even estimated.” Lily said to the accountant who was seated opposite her in her office.

The book was flat, with only a few pages, and that intrigued me even more. I opened the first page and began to read; “The Silver Bloods are a rare breed of werewolves, descended from the moon goddess herself. It is a line of only female wolves. Not that males are born from these females, but they never seem to inherit the qualities of their mother.” Interesting. There were special wolves out there that were more powerful than the norm. I turned a few more pages and stopped; “Characteristics: They appear fairly normal in their human form, except for their silver hair.”

"The Wolf Queen wants another child." Kael said it while unfastening my nightdress. "You bear easily. Carry one more for her." Ten months later, I gave birth to a silver-eyed daughter. The midwife cut the cord, wrapped her in black cloth steeped in scent-severing herb, and carried her from the room before I could look twice. She was the second. Everyone at court knew that Seraphine had destroyed her moon-vein saving Kael and could never bear an heir. Otherwise, no daughter of Silvercrest would have been welcomed into the Wolf Keep. To Kael, I was never a partner. I was the Moon-Bound woman chosen to give the Wolf Queen children and the royal line its blood. No one asked whether I consented w

"Yes, sweet, my child I am the moon goddess and I created the Lycans but because of their greed, I was forced to take the spirit of the Lycans away and make them ordinary werewolves. My heart bled that very day I did so. It was too painful for me to witness but I had to do what was right. I was so grieved that I gave them a way out against the wishes of the other goddesses and gods. They believed it was undeserved because my children were the cause of the war, to begin with." "A savior will be born 10,000 years to come; she will be the only silver wolf ever seen uniting your world and regaining back your authority over the supernatural brings alongside her mate. Only through her can the prop

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?

However, I refused to have one, which was solace because I had no plan to meet my mate. Growing up in solitude is the finest thing ever, not because I hate to have friends but because that's the best way to preserve my life. To evade interactions and obscure my existence from the vicious cubs. Honestly, I have one friend, just one friend. His name is Matt. He is the Beta of the Sprew Moon Pack, but I had no idea who was the Alpha and Omega of their pack. Well, knowing their information wasn't my cup of tea. I am a silver werewolf, and our breed was rare because of our extraordinary ability to heal the physical state of the werewolves. Our blood was highly versatile. We could dedicate it to s

The warmth of the flames seemed to beckon the past forth, and I began. "You see, Silver's history is a tapestry woven with tragedy and perseverance, a tale that echoes through the ages of our kind." I narrated the tale even as I looked for clues that could help me find Lilac, my mate. "Long ago, Silver's family belonged to a pack steeped in tradition, where the howls of the wolves harmonized with the whispers of the trees. They were devout worshippers of the Moon Goddess, their lives entwined with the celestial dance of night and sky. And at the heart of it all was Silver, half wolf, half witch. Born from an Alpha father and a witch mother; a beacon of devotion and purity, entrusted as the p

Exile and tribunal judgments couldn't erase what we'd found together. When we pulled apart, her eyes shone with tears and determination. "Don't contact me until the six months are up. Don't give them any reason to suspect we're planning this. Just disappear and trust that I'll come when it's time." "I trust you. With everything." "Good. Because this only works if we both commit completely." She pressed something into my hand. A silver ring engraved with moon phases. "Wear this. So I know you're still mine even when we're apart."

"The owner of the Blood Moon Bar is asking for a word, My Lady." My subordinate, a once-exiled nobleman, stood respectfully before my desk. "About?" I didn't look up from the intelligence report in my hands. It was the latest whisper from the North. Three packs tearing each other apart over a silver mine. Pathetic. "The Silver Crescent Alliance's arms smuggling. He wants your protection." "His price?" "He's willing to offer seventy percent of his profits." I put the document down and leaned back in my throne, carved from pure obsidian.