Silver Moon Novels & Stories

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

The first omen came at dawn. Silverveil woke to find every pool, puddle, and basin in the territory turned to silver. Not frozen. Not poisoned. Just reflective. Like liquid mirrors. Melody tested one with her fingertip and flinched back as if burned. “It’s watching,” she whispered. Collin’s jaw flexed. “Who?” Melody didn’t bother pretending not to know. “The Moon.” No one drank from the river that day. No one howled.

Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness. I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him. He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.

Liora POV The mating ceremony’s glow lingers like the moon’s own afterimage, the packs laughter and triumphant howls drifting on the cool lake breeze, a living tapestry of joy woven under the waxing silver light that makes the night feel electric, alive. The Blood Moon Pack’s unity hums in the air, warm and fierce, a shield against the shadows that still stalk us. I stand at the water’s edge, bare feet sinking into the damp, cool earth, the lake’s surface a perfect mirror of stars and fractured moonlight. Gentle waves lap at my toes, rhythmic and soothing, but they can’t quite wash away the weight pressing on my chest. The Silver Dagger is tucked in my bag, slung across my shoulder, its ruby

Silver said, although he tried to hide it, in a problematic tone. Cain wanted to burst out laughing but he held it back immediately. Although Silver looked funny while being pitiful because of a woman, he was still the same person who annihilated the nobles who owned him before just because he didn't like them and they annoyed him. "Silver, I know a person who can fulfill that request of the Silver Moon. She has no presence and after a year of training with the nurturing group, she didn't even manage to make friends at all. Should I call her?"

I read the paragraph: "Forged from the fires of the cave of wolves, the metal used was given to the wolves by the Moon Goddess herself. It may seem it is made from simple earthly metals but the secret is it is made of silver never before found on this planet. Wolves have searched for more only to discover that the medallions are the only things made from the type of silver. This type of silver is not painful or damaging to wolves instead it is the opposite. This silver helps grant powers to the Lunas deemed the true lunas by the Goddess."

Morrigan held out her silver dagger, “Silver, child. It is one of the earths gifts. Your Makya’s people call it the moon metal. This is an apt enough name. its very presence repels illness, purifies water, and can aid in many medical treatments. It is powerful magic in its own right, which is why it has been sought after by mankind since the dawn of time. Pull out your pendant.” “Pendant?” “Your mother’s pendant, child. The one in your pouch.” I reached down and withdrew the moon pendant. The two crescent moon’s formed horned spikes on either side of the full moon center. “Place it against his skin. You will see what happens when silver comes in contact with tainted magic.”

"The stone of my necklace and that bracelet came from the mother stone our tribe had been protecting. The wearer of these two stones will also stay together and be protected by the light" "Then, as a gift for this friendship" Luan touches both of the stones "I bless thy stone with the golden light of the moon" a bright light sparks as the stone changes to violet, then to pink, blue, then back to white. But this time is not as simple as white, it has the hue of the ocean inside and as they raise the stones against the moon light, a golden light appears. "There," they both smiled as blood rushes and all they can do is scream as this magic unfolds in front of their eyes.

she said, staring me down. “They are in perfect hiding, just waiting for my call for the right time to come back.” I raised my head, alarmed at her statement. “Your call?” I managed to ask. “Yes. “You see, my dear son, SilverMoon is a fallen kingdom pack, and I’m going to use its downfall to mother another one,” she said, with so much pride and confidence in her voice.

“Silver More 18th Century – The Evening Before the Moon Festival” The Silver More palace sparkled in the bright moonlight, its old towers made of black stone that shone like smooth obsidian. Fire torches lit the grand staircases, and guards stood still in their shiny ceremonial armor holding spears that sparkled in the moonlight. The throne room was very quiet. The only sound was the soft crackling of a flame against the cold metal.