Silvermoon Novels & Stories

At least, he was merciful in that regard. Rather than stare at the silhouette of her best friend out there in the darkness alone, Nya turned her attention to the moon. The light was just missing Gavin now, but it would move momentarily, and he’d be bathed in the soft, warm glow of the Dragon Moon, and then, a shadow would pass across the orb, interrupting the beams, and the dragon would swoop out of the sky, his sharp talons sinking into Gavin’s flesh before the dragon plucked him away, flying up into the night sky with him and likely devouring him before he even reached his lair somewhere on the top of Scale Mountain to the west.

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 warmth of the flames seemed to beckon the past forth, and I began. "You see, Silver's history is a tapestry woven with tragedy and perseverance, a tale that echoes through the ages of our kind." I narrated the tale even as I looked for clues that could help me find Lilac, my mate. "Long ago, Silver's family belonged to a pack steeped in tradition, where the howls of the wolves harmonized with the whispers of the trees. They were devout worshippers of the Moon Goddess, their lives entwined with the celestial dance of night and sky. And at the heart of it all was Silver, half wolf, half witch. Born from an Alpha father and a witch mother; a beacon of devotion and purity, entrusted as the p

“Girls. Let's make Mrs. Silver the most beautiful woman for her wedding.” I watched in horror as my eyes fell on a pair of gleaming scissors lying beside the big boxes of makeup kits on the table. And before I could scream for help, the five of them dashed towards me with occupied arms and a huge smile on their faces. ***** “Do you like it, Mrs Silver?” I was still panting, chest still heaving as I nodded vigorously. “Is something wrong?” Michelle asked, her face scrunched with worry as she immediately dashed to my rescue, checking my temperature for any possible means of fever or something.

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.

Daniella startled, spinning slightly. Alpha Kyle stood just inside the doorway, his pale eyes gleaming. “Our hair carries the blood of the first moonbound wolves,” he said, his voice quieter now, but no less resonant. “And the land here… it never truly thaws. We were shaped by the cold, molded by stillness. But the name—Silverpine—is more than either of those things. It’s a vow.” Daniella blinked, caught in his gaze. He stepped forward, his expression gentle but solemn. “Luna Daniella of Riverdale, I will tell you the full tale. The real one. Of why the pines are silver… and what it means to walk among them.”

“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.”

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.

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

My father had a solemn expression on his face, and my heart clenched with anticipation as he reached for a small, ornate box placed on the antique desk. With a deep breath, my father opened the box, revealing a breathtaking sight—the Silvermoon Clan Alpha's insignia. It was a piece of remarkable craftsmanship, made of pure silver, intricately designed to showcase the clan's symbol—the moon, with every detail etched with precision and care. The insignia held immense significance within our clan, a symbol of honor, authority, and responsibility.