Silver Moon Comics And Collectibles Novels & Stories

, he grumbled as he rose on his feet, grabbed the crimson blade hung behind the doorway and he stripped it into his waist quiver. "Once the Full Moon is activated by the Heavens, my marble will be spotted by all the wolves of the earth, including these draconic dark wolves who sent me out of their pack for not having the same dark furs as them. I swear on my Mum, you'll never get your hands on it", he whimpered as he beat his chest and sprinted out of his room. He's Tigreal, the universe's lone Silver wolf; possibly there are others? He wasn't sure because he'd never met someone like him before.

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

My books on his shelves. I picked up the silver bracelet he gave me on our second anniversary. “For my future Luna,” he had whispered. Future. I set the bracelet down carefully. Then I opened the wardrobe and pulled out a suitcase. Lyra stirred anxiously. Are we really leaving? “Yes,” I whispered. Because I refuse to stay where I am only almost chosen. Downstairs, I heard the distant rumble of a car entering the driveway. Rowan was home. For one fragile second, I hesitated.

"Something's wrong." We race to the walls where chaos greets us. Three of our patrol wolves are down, not dead but unconscious. Standing over them is a figure in a red hood. "Delivery for the Silver Moon Wolf," the figure says, their voice distorted. They throw something at my feet - a crystal vial filled with swirling silver liquid. "What is it?" I ask. "A gift from the Collector. And a message: Drink this, and you'll understand everything. Your true power, your destiny, how to control it. Don't drink it, and next time, these wolves won't wake up."

"Did you need something, Hannah?" "Actually, yes." Her smile widened, revealing teeth that looked just a little too white, a little too sharp. "Since you seem to have so much free time, and Lucien isn't eating your dinners, I have a task for you." She gestured to a pile of crates that two guards had just hauled into the hallway. "The Silver Collection," she announced. "For the upcoming Pack Gathering. It hasn't been polished in a year. It needs to be spotless by tomorrow morning."

I stammered. "Well, today is the day of the full moon. Given the condition of your cub, and you contact me in such urgency. I guess it's not too hard to guess." My jaw dropped. Though I hadn't met him yet, I had a feeling that he was just the right person I needed now. So, I cut to the chase. "Do you have Moonlit Silverweed?" "I do." "I need 10 grams. ASAP." "That will be 10 Moonstones." "Deal."

"Hunters of the Silver Moon." "Read the rest," Theo commanded. Mia’s eyes scanned the text. "A mercenary organization specializing in the 'collection' of anomalous werewolves. Unlike traditional hunters who kill for sport, the Silver Moon seeks out rare bloodlines, Seers, high-speed hybrids, and those with unique auras. These individuals are captured and sold to the highest-ranking Great Packs to be used as tools of war."

That leads me to be with Leonard, Tula, Hala, and Syl, who pulls Machiv along, most likely to keep him in sight since he likes him, can't deny that, and find the silver shop that was talked about a while ago. We do find it after walking a few minutes, and go inside. Inside are glass showcases with flat surfaces with many shining rings, bracelets, and chains. Hala and Tula immediately start looking at a section with earrings and other accessories, and the owner, a man with greying hair and a wrinkled but kind face comes over and attends to them. I follow after and so does everyone else while we look at the products. "Hello, Mr. Hoyt," says Hala as she reads his nametag, "I'm looking for some

Damon was receptive, even enthusiastic. "These designs are remarkable," he said, admiring a silver-chained pendant shaped like a crescent moon. "Our pack members would love this collection. It’s unique, pure craftsmanship, not factory-made." "We focus on heritage," Kimberly explained with a proud smile. "Every piece has a story. Our artisans pour their hearts into them." "I can tell," Damon nodded. "Let’s finalize this partnership. I’ll have the trade contracts drawn up immediately." Just as he was about to sign the preliminary document, a sharp buzz broke the air , his phone vibrating insistently on the table. Damon frowned, muttered an apology, and stood.