Silver Moon Novels & Stories

“You think you are. But turning isn’t like flipping a switch. It changes everything. The way you see the world. The way it sees you.” “Then show me.” He hesitated. She stepped closer. “If I’m marked, if I’m hunted then I need to be able to fight back.” Kael reached into his coat and pulled out a small silver dagger. Its handle was carved bone; the blade etched with runes. “This is called a moon fang. Forged in pact fire. Used for ritual awakenings.” She stared at it. “You’re saying I can just... cut myself and become one of you?”

Avery was your every day normal girl. Until one day everything stopped. She wasn't paying attention when she stepped off the curb, thinking the coast was clear. When she woke up, she wasn't in the mortal plane, "The Void" her mentor told her. She was now a reaper, helper of souls who are to cross from mortal realm to the spiritual word. But what happens when Avery's humanity interferes with her new role and she loses a soul? Will the balance between life and death shatter? Will she be able to fix her mistakes? And will she be able to remember who she was?

"As your pack rebuilds, similar connections will form with those truly loyal to your cause, visible only to those with the sight, but no less real." "A network of trust," I realised, thinking of the construction crews, the security teams, the scattered Silvercrest survivors now returning home. "Not just a traditional pack hierarchy." "Precisely." The eldest nodded approvingly. "You understand instinctively what others must learn through study." She reached into the folds of her robe and withdrew a small crystal vial filled with swirling silver liquid. "This is moonswater, gathered only during the eclipse. It must be poured into the foundation of your new pack house, to anchor the protective

“They all do. They learn quickly.” The man near the fireplace still hadn’t spoken. But he was listening. That much was clear from the way his jaw tensed—just barely. The way his eyes remained fixed on the fire, like he didn’t trust what he’d say if he looked at any of them. Or maybe, Elara thought, he just didn’t want to see her. Not really. Her father poured himself a drink as the visitors stood to leave. “We’ll send her by the next full moon,” he said. “With a maid. A quiet one.”

Fin stated rather than asked. The Priestess smiled, her ancient eyes twinkling with wisdom. "The goddess works in mysterious ways, young Maxwell. What you see with human eyes is not always what exists in the spiritual realm. In her true essence, Diamond is silver light, the reflection of the moon, the embodiment of the goddess's wisdom. The physical manifestation may appear white with markings, but her soul energy is pure silver."

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

(Isla’s POV) The moon hung low over Crescent Valley, silver and watchful, casting pale light over the estate grounds. From the balcony outside my chambers, the valley looked calm forests whispering in the wind, torches flickering along stone paths, guards moving like shadows at the gates. Peaceful. But it was a lie. The air felt charged, thick with something waiting to break. Lyra paced restlessly beneath my skin. He’s close, she murmured. I didn’t need the reminder. The mate bond had been pulsing all evening not weak, not fading.

SKY He’s made his choice, and it’s me. Sky Silver. The Silver Moon Pack’s outcast, and the strongest one among them, if I’m being honest. It feels strange being trapped inside this glowing orb, watching the Silver Moon wolves slam into it again and again, unable to break through. Aunt Selene is talking somewhere behind me, but my focus is drawn to the other woman standing outside the barrier. She’s made of light and magic, calm and steady, and I know without being told that she’s family too.

The moon was high, swollen, and pale, throwing silver fire across the Hollow Moon Pack’s gathering grounds. Silver was born under a moon like this—rare, sacred, a child destined for greatness. But greatness had teeth, and silver never grew. She stood at the edge of the circle, the hum of voices thick around her. Wolves filled the clearing, warriors and elders, their laughter and talk heavy with pride after another successful patrol. She smiled when they looked her way, but her stomach curled. They didn’t see her as destined; instead, she was seen as fragile. A wolf without her wolf.

“Sugar?” “Who fucking else, Frank. I am here. I am me. I am the Blood Moon Alpha. I am yours, and you are mine.” I hear the Elders snarl behind me and feel one step forward. Fucking cowards. The Elder says, “Step back, girl. This is sacred.”