Silver Ocean Novels & Stories

Lucy: The Silver was like an allusion. Maybe it was meant to scare the werewolves away. Silver is feared among werewolves, by nature, something I was never familiar with. Something that, in my nature, was welcomed and celebrated. The water beneath the lake was rich in color. Blues, purples, pinks, and greens. Each color swirled within another, mixing and mingling like the sky above, but it wasn't just that that took my breath away; it was something much bigger.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

She said wailing loudly to the sea as her eyes got teary. As her tears entered the sea, a bright light appeared at the bottom of the water, she picked it up but it slipped through her hands and fell back into the sea. The light started moving as though it was sliding through the floors of the sea. Ivy had always been a strong swimmer, so she jumped into the water and followed it. She swam to where the light had settled and picked it up again. This time tightening her grip as she tried to make out what it was. As she held it longer, she noticed that the light seemed to be calling out to her, beckoning her to look closer and closer.

The overwhelming feeling of fear started to creap in but the breeze seemed to wrap me in the scent like a hug and it quickly faded as I realize that for some reason the moon goddess her self cared about what happened to me. "Rouge, what are we going to do?" Scarlet's voice broke the silence as the breeze calmed and with it my fear and anxiety faded. "I'm not one hundred precent sure Scar, but if I know anything it's that everything will be okay. I have the attention and protection of the moon goddess, my future is some how important enough for her to have stepped in when there was a risk for my secret to be exposed." I smiled at my best friend but was suprised that she seemed even more worri

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.

The sixth dawn since the truce broke silver across the Ridge. Frost glistened on pine needles, and breath rose in quiet clouds from the nostrils of riders moving in pairs-Ridge and Luna, russet and silver side by side down narrow trails between ancient trees. Their bannered cloaks hung low, dulled by mud and wear, but their pace was steady. The forest watched in hush.

Just settled into himself, like he’d decided the exact amount of space he would occupy, and that was final. His eyes were silver. They moved across the room in a sweep that didn’t look like a sweep. They didn’t stop on me. I turned back to the front. The High Elder called the ceremony to order. The lights dropped except for the column of moonlight through the open ceiling—Blood Moon light, redder than ordinary and thick in a way that made the air feel different. Heavier. Like it was waiting. It moved slowly at first. I watched it find a pair across the room, a Delta male and a north-pack female, both going rigid before the gold thread pulled taut between them. The crowd made a soft sound. Th

It does not get there. "Eighth. Listen now. I have one warning the pearl will not let me give you twice. The Silver is awake. The Silver has been awake for two centuries. The Silver wears a body. The body is in your kingdom. She has been writing letters to your line for four generations and your grandmother burned them and your father burned them and your mother could not. She wrote your courtship. She wrote your fall. She wrote me into your dreams tonight to soften you for what she will say to you next. *I am not your enemy.* That is what I am supposed to tell you. I am telling you the opposite. The Silver is your enemy. The Silver wants the Black. The Black wants the Silver. The hosts are

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

“How can I ever thank…Sylvanius, what is this?” The water dragon had shifted its gaze right to Seraphina and was glaring down at her. “I do believe that I said I swore an oath,” Silver said, lifting Amy into his arms. “You will not hurt the woman I swore an oath to.” Seraphina’s face twisted in rage and in a plot second, vanished, replaced with an eerie smile. “You seem to think I cannot kill you.” Silver glanced at Seraphina and then snorted. She flew into a rage and shot a ball of fire towards him. It landed on his body and vanished up in smoke.