Silver Moon Comics And Collectibles Novels & Stories

“Then tell me. Tell me everything.” They sat near the arch. Kael spoke slowly, carefully. “The Silver Pact wasn’t just a legend. It was a survival strategy. Three bloodlines Hale, Red moor, Thorne. Each carried traits passed down from the old world. Shifter blood. Not full-blooded, not mindless beasts hybrids. Part human, part... something older.” “Werewolves,” Ari muttered. Kael tilted his head. “Not quite. The stories got it wrong. We don’t lose control under the full moon. We’re not bound to it. But the moon amplifies us draws the truth out of the blood. Makes it stronger.”

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.

I opened the heavy ledger, placing the signed receipts flat on the stone podium in front of me. "But here sits the absolute proof of their high treason," I declared, my voice growing stronger with every word. "While our brave royal warriors were fighting on the bloody border plains to keep your homes safe, the Moon Council was secretly buying tons of pure silver dust from shady human merchants across the southern mountains." I held up a thick piece of yellow parchment, a direct order signed by Veronica’s own hand.

Cillian said, “However, Silver Moon never destroys small packs to the ground physcally. This place was indeed very prosperous and rich since then. Especially Alpha Zack and his family because he is the one who controls several diamond mines on this continent. The problem that Silver Moon faces is not with outsiders, but internal…” Cillian took a breath, pausing for a moment.

"Did you order this gourmet deer meat from the Silverclaw Quarter, Brandon?" I asked, turning off the bright green lights. I walked out of the bone room and pulled off my heavy leather goggles. When I went to sit at my big wooden table to sign the guard files, I saw three huge silver boxes stacked right on top of my papers. Every single box had the royal stamp of the Crimson Moon Den burned into the wood.

It was empty. "The Silver Moonstone isn't just jewelry, Maya," Cillian said, leaning against the wall for support. "It contains the concentrated lunar essence of the First Alpha. For centuries, the Vane family—the Silver-Backs—have held it. It acts as a dampener. It keeps our scent hidden from humans and, more importantly, it keeps the peace between the packs."

Silver’s POV I stepped around my father and Stella and took the nicely wrapped package from Beta Leo. I felt all eyes on me as I carefully unwrapped the paper and uncovered the jewelry box. “He got her jewelry?” Stella asked, her lips pressed in a thin line. I ignored her and opened the box and then gasped when I saw what was inside. It was a gorgeous golden moonstone necklace, a rare and extremely expensive piece of jewelry usually reserved for the Luna. My mouth fell open when I saw it.

"The Bloodmoon Pack does not keep people who cause trouble. Since you have so much free time, go to the silver room. Clean all the silver waiting to be processed." The silver room. The most avoided place in the entire Pack. Silver is poison to werewolves. The silver items stained with rogue blood give off a scent that makes werewolves sick to their stomachs. Forcing a human to clean silver was not a punishment. It was humiliation. Luna Catherine looked at Damon. "Any objections?" Damon was silent for a long time. "Fine." In the silver room, knives and arrowheads were piled on the floor. Someone threw me a rag and a bucket of cold water. "Finish by dawn."

The moment the mind-link snapped shut, the echo of his rage still pressed against my skull. “See?” Selene’s voice dripped with contempt inside the shared link. “Low-blood trash always thinks they can steal what isn’t theirs.” I said nothing. That diamond was my mother’s bride-gift, the Moon’s Tear. That diamond wasn’t just a jewel. It was my mother’s bridal heirloom—the Moon’s Tear. When our pack was on the brink of collapse, she pawned it to secure the foundation of what would become the Silvermane Dominion.

He averted his gaze at me as if he felt that his friend Kairos was murmuring his murder plan in his head as he stared at the two of us and watched us talk. "So, you came here for an engagement ring, I assumed? Your wedding band is almost done. Just the final touches and it will be on its way." I didn't need to ask. It's crystal clear that Hyunjin owns Silverio Stones. I've heard of this brand of jewelry before. It became popular for their dainty and unique pieces some of which were personally crafted by the owner which is him and if it's hand-made by him. It automatically costs thousands to millions of dollars.