Silver Moon Novels & Stories

"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

“Hands like light itself. Healed my brother’s fever with one touch and he was good as new by morning.” My head lifted before I realized it, honing in on the conversation. The speaker was a merchant, middle-aged, half-drunk, spinning tales to a group of guards around his table. I let their laughter wash over me and listened harder. “Where?” someone asked, snorting. “The moon doesn’t walk among us mere mortals.” “Silver Glen,” the merchant said. “A small village near the northern ridge. They call her the Silver Healer. Some say she’s blessed by the Goddess herself. Eyes like molten silver, they say. Glows when she works.”

At least, he was merciful in that regard. Rather than stare at the silhouette of her best friend out there in the darkness alone, Nya turned her attention to the moon. The light was just missing Gavin now, but it would move momentarily, and he’d be bathed in the soft, warm glow of the Dragon Moon, and then, a shadow would pass across the orb, interrupting the beams, and the dragon would swoop out of the sky, his sharp talons sinking into Gavin’s flesh before the dragon plucked him away, flying up into the night sky with him and likely devouring him before he even reached his lair somewhere on the top of Scale Mountain to the west.

Crystal Monkey ahead, humans and mounts behind. “Is this the way, Silver?” Mane asked as the three moved. He was seated on his mount, Roxanne, and Lily was perched on her horse, Skimpy. Before the two was the large Crystal Monkey Lily had named Silver. *Wu wu wu* Silver nodded his head several times and pointed to the path before them. Well, it wasn’t so much a path as it was a cave. For that was exactly where Silver was leading them. Before them was the entrance of a cave that for some reason seemed to give off a faint glow. In a place like Dark Valley where there was no light at all, a glow like that was especially catchy.

The Moon Goddess nodded in recognition, “I have had the misfortune to watch his actions but have no authority to intervene. Running may very well lead to your deaths, but we can hide her abilities for a short while.” The Moon Goddess flickered her hand and three small pieces of silver fell to her hand. She looked at the shards regretfully and let my family look at them as she explained. “This is Blessed Silver, the same my lover used all those years ago to hunt my children. But with these three pieces, we can cut off her connection to her wolf.”

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

“Girls. Let's make Mrs. Silver the most beautiful woman for her wedding.” I watched in horror as my eyes fell on a pair of gleaming scissors lying beside the big boxes of makeup kits on the table. And before I could scream for help, the five of them dashed towards me with occupied arms and a huge smile on their faces. ***** “Do you like it, Mrs Silver?” I was still panting, chest still heaving as I nodded vigorously. “Is something wrong?” Michelle asked, her face scrunched with worry as she immediately dashed to my rescue, checking my temperature for any possible means of fever or something.

The room seemed to fade away as his words painted vivid images in my mind. "The Silver Werewolf was said to possess a unique connection to the moon, harnessing its energy and channeling it into its abilities. Its silver fur shimmered in the moonlight, a beacon of power and grace. It was a protector, a guardian of the pack, and its arrival was seen as a sign of great fortune and strength." I imagined the majestic creature, its silver coat glistening in the moon's gentle glow. It was awe-inspiring, a symbol of hope and resilience.

yet it had been a moment in my life I'd chosen a path to save a life instead. However, the fact that rogues had two of these in their possession was crazy in itself. The silver that was used to easily poison, restrain and kill our kind was no ordinary thing and was referred to as silver 'kissed by moonlight'. Its properties included being able to stop the inflicted from being able to use their abilities; whether that be silver handcuffs to stop shifting and strength, or a knife to stop healing. The way the ore was handled before being crafted was a closely guarded secret and I'd heard was also very difficult to execute; knowledge reserved strictly to Elders and a select few only.

figures as much the one pack I wanted to forget about at the moment is the first one I have to read about. The Blue Moon Pack Not much in known about the blue moon pack. It's history is mostly kept within their own records but what is known is most from the blue moon pack have amazing fighting abilities, it is unknown if it's due to majic or training but all the warriors who have been recoreded have been of great gifts. They do have a history of having element based majic running in the blood of the old alphas. They used to follow many of the old ways and rumors say they still follow some of them. Tattoos are often decortating the skin of higher level members of the pack, though even their s