Silvermoon Novels & Stories

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Liam asked, intrigued. “Well, okay,” His father sat up. “Killing a vampire is almost always accompanied by a wooden stake to the heart. Garlic lining your home sends them away, repelled by the smell. Holy Water also burns them. Iron didn’t do much, but that was all we had for vampires. Iron burned fairies, silver hurt werewolves, fire killed Wendigos, salt blocked out demons, wax stopped sirens...you know some of this already, I’m sure.”

I nod at him and walk out to the stage. “Good evening everyone.” I wait for the crowd to quite down. “I appreciate you all coming here tonight to celebrate our luna. I thank our friends across the seas and our friends from other realms for making the long journey here. I know many of you have heard of her already but now is the time to meet your luna. She is a silver dragon and is very passionate about protecting this pack.

The Moon Goddess nodded in recognition, “I have had the misfortune to watch his actions but have no authority to intervene. Running may very well lead to your deaths, but we can hide her abilities for a short while.” The Moon Goddess flickered her hand and three small pieces of silver fell to her hand. She looked at the shards regretfully and let my family look at them as she explained. “This is Blessed Silver, the same my lover used all those years ago to hunt my children. But with these three pieces, we can cut off her connection to her wolf.”

I shook my head, raising my voice so everyone could hear. “We will be praying to the Moon Goddess,” I began, slowing shifting my eyes around the circle. “But not for her protection, nor for safe passage. No, we will be praying for her to send her greatest weapon to wipe out this stain on her domain. There is no need to speak aloud, just close your eyes and pray in whatever way works best for you. Pray that she shines her light upon us, pray that she sees us through this nightmare. But mostly pray that she sends the Silver Myst.”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Nothing. “Nice try.” Laura laughed so hard that tears came to her eyes. “You know as well as I do that silver prevents the use of magic! So, whether it’s on a shifter, witch, or a Luna, then you can’t use magic. And since wolves and dragons use magic—albeit a small amount—then it prevents them from shifting. And since you’re a Luna—half witch and half wolf— then it’ll work on you, too.” She wiped her eyes. “Well, we should go, since your benefactor is expecting you.” “You sold me?” I growled, my voice raising several octaves, unable to believe this was happening again. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”

Nichole I was only several centuries old when the first Blue Moon wolf was about to be born. A Blue Moon wolf is a rare and powerful being coveted by all. She will give her mate power beyond their wildest dreams. I am the first witch ever to walk this earth and the best friend of Selene, the Moon Goddess, the creator of the werewolves, children of the moon. Selene came to me before the first was born asking me to help her change their fate.

He never let go of my hand. When we got to the forest, the young alpha crouched behind some shrubs and motioned for me to do the same. I followed suit. "Stay here," he ordered. "My horse is on the other side of the forest. I'll get my horse and circle back to you, but you mustn't leave this spot." "I won't leave this spot." I promised, but he shook his head. "No," he said. "Those people will kill you without feeling remorse if they find out you're here. Swear it. Upon the Moon Goddess."

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.