Silver Ocean Novels & Stories

Even if she has fallen from her throne, she should still be able to rise again right? The fleet of shops beside the swimsuit shop sold sea equipment too, snorkeling equipment, kayaks, lifejackets, oxygen masks, etc., and all their windows were specially used for the display of goods. So Carla’s effort to see her figure through the glass plane was one in futility.

Held on tight. "Silver?" Her name came out wrong. Distorted. Like I was speaking through water. "Henry, what's happening?" "I don't know. I don't—" The crack widened. The restaurant dissolved. Silver's hand slipped through my fingers. I tried to hold on. Tried to grip tighter. But she was fading. Fading. Fading. "Silver!" Her name ripped from my throat. A scream. A plea. A prayer. And then I opened my eyes to a bright light intercepting them.

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.”

Veronica I fell into darkness, but it wasn't empty. A forest materialized around me, ancient and vast. Moonlight filtered through leaves that shimmered like silver coins. My feet touched soft moss, and I realized I could stand without pain. My body felt whole again, strong. Then I saw her. A silver wolf, magnificent and glowing, stepped out from behind a massive oak tree. Her eyes were the same shade as mine, amber with flecks of gold. I knew her instantly, even though she'd died giving birth to me.

Every single warrior aboard the *Silver Dawn* fell into a stunned silence. The island wasn't particularly large, but it was entirely unlike anything any of them had ever witnessed in the mortal realm. Towering, majestic silver trees covered the jagged, gleaming cliffs, their leaves shimmering with a pale, celestial light. Crystal-clear waterfalls flowed entirely upward instead of downward, defying gravity as they cascaded toward the sky. Massive, ancient wolves meticulously carved from seamless white stone lined the pristine shoreline, each one facing the open sea as though eternally guarding the island against uninvited intruders.

He leaned very close, his warm breath brushing against my ear, sending a slight tickle through me. I turned my head, meeting his deep gaze. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, freezing everything into eternity. “Happy Winter Solstice Festival, Xaibe.” He leaned in close to my ear, murmuring softly, “On the next full moon night, let us go to the Moon Goddess to mark our bond.” Outside the window, the aurora continued its dance across the night sky, its brilliant colors reflecting upon my face and onto Xaibe's face. Catching each other's scent, we held one another in a tight embrace. (The End)

“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.”

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

“It is. But we need rest. And if the prophecy’s correct, Silverlight might hold something we can use.” Aria sighed. “Then let’s move.” --- Silverlight Sanctuary The village of Silverlight sat in a shallow valley surrounded by shimmering trees—birches with silver-white bark and leaves that sparkled as though dusted with frost. The people here didn’t bow or offer deference when the group arrived; instead, they watched with quiet curiosity, their expressions wary but not hostile. “We don’t get many travelers this deep into Silverlight,” an older woman said as she stepped forward. Her eyes were pale violet, and her hair fell like moonlight down her back.

Moana’s POV The blinding arc of Silver-Moon light burned through the black fog, turning three dozen pale monstrosities into harmless drifts of melting snow. But the respite was short-lived. Farther up the glacier, the darkness churned with renewed malice, spitting out another wave of long-limbed nightmares that scrambled over their fallen kin with terrifying, single-minded speed.