Silver Moon Novels & Stories

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

Chapter 122 – The Silver Star’s Origin The silver star gleamed in the nexus’s starfield, its light cold and unyielding, like moonlight on a frozen sea. Jessica led her companions along a path of polished obsidian, its surface etched with faint, glowing sigils that pulsed with an ancient rhythm.

She had, in her own charming way, called me poor in twelve different languages. "What if Joanne sees us?" The thought leapt out of me before I could stop it, my gaze shooting toward the main door. Gina, however, remained entirely unbothered, her fingers drifting lazily through the hanging garments. "Don't give her a second thought. As far as she knows, I'm still at school — and knowing her, she's busy fussing over her little kitty party group, reciting verses from the Silver Moon." The Silver Moon — the ancient scripture said to hold the sacred chronicles of Selene. It struck me as oddly surprising that Joanne, with her rigid be

The warlock posed the question to no one in particular, he was about to answer his own riddle when Rahl spoke in his thunderous voice. "I, Rahl, can kill them, they should prepare to meet the moon goddess...." "Silver bullets are known to kill werewolves my Lord," said the Warlock. "Not too far away from the village of the half moon pack is the silver Creek pack, their village resides just across the silver Creek...called Silver Creek because tonnes of silver used to be mined from it's banks in the old times and Silver residues can be tasted when one drinks the water from the Creek. If we can drown the offspring, the bloodline, of the Luna and Alpha of the half moon pack in the silver Creek

Damien rolled down his window at that threat. “Hello, friend,” he said smoothly, “That won’t be necessary today. We are on our way to Silver Tower, and I can make a quick call to sort this out.” Damien pulled a flat rectangular screen about the size of my hand from a concealed space next to him. “And, as I’m sure you know, silver only works on wolves from the South, not the North. It would sting and make us angry…” he trailed off.

"Dream on!" Shawn appeared out of nowhere, snarling, "Who do you think you are? You're not even worthy to be compared to Rosie? Know your place!" "Shawn, don't be like this. Stella is your real sister," Rosie whimpered, tugging at his sleeve. "Maybe I should be the one to leave." She turned to go, but Shawn yanked her back. However, I caught the triumphant gleam in her lowered gaze. She was clearly enjoying this.

she was the moon goddess. "Lycans to you, it is spoken, your powers have departed from you and you shall be deprived authority over other supernatural beings and your dwelling shall be among them, they shall make you live as they do: and on every full moon night, you shall live as a beast with no bearing of humanity. But 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 prophecy be fulfilled."

Leonard extended her hand towards Samantha who immediately cut her palm to draw blood. Her eyes widened when she saw Samantha do the same with Leonard's palm. But she was sure that Samantha gave a small cut on his palm and for a man like Leonard, that mere cut was nothing. "Good...." Samantha whispered and take the silver knife towards Jonathan who was chanting something incoherently. Their blood was mixed and all she could see was some witchcraft that she had never believed to have existed. "Now....." Jonathan turned his attention towards Iris who was still crying and Leonard who standing like a proud beast.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.