Silvermoon Novels & Stories

The sacred glade had not been used in living memory. Hidden deep within Silvercrest territory, accessible only to those the Moon Goddess herself deemed worthy—or worthy of judgment—it lay silent beneath a sky thick with stars. Luna had never seen it before. Neither had most of the pack. But tonight, the ancient stones would witness history.

The mountains were cold, but the air at the Silvermoon Estate was freezing for a different reason. We had retreated under the cover of the morning mist. Alexei’s home was a fortress of white stone and silver gates. It was supposed to be a sanctuary, but as I walked through the halls, I felt like a prisoner again. My hair remained silver, a constant glow that lit up the dark corridors. It would not change back. The Lunar Wolf was now a part of my skin.

“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.

“All who live under the moonlight know who Luna Darkmane is.” “What is your name?” Liam asked. “My name is Miriam. I used to be a healer for Knight Pack. But after the war, I was expelled. I found this village, and they, the children, came to me on their own.” “What have you been treating them with?” I asked. She held a glass bottle high. The liquid inside shimmered faintly, like liquid silver. “With this. An extract from a plant that only grows under the full moon. I call it Essence of Silvermoon.”

Her expression grew grimmer with each second. "The blade pierced his lung. Silver poisoning is spreading. His wolf is trying to heal but the silver is blocking regeneration." "Can you save him?" "I don't know. The wound is severe. Even with supernatural healing, the silver poisoning might be too much." "Try. Please. He can't die. Not after everything we survived." Nurse Quickly pulled out medical supplies I didn't recognize. Vials of liquid. Syringes. Tools designed for supernatural emergencies. "This is going to hurt him. A lot. I need to extract the silver particles before they reach his heart. If he fights me, if he can't handle the pain, he'll die faster."

Mariseth’s sharp eyes scanned everything, her lips pressed tightly together in what seemed like a permanent frown, while Ravena, adorned in her finest gown of silver silk and her polished crown, walked with her chin high, though the gleam of pride in her eyes was already dimming. And trailing still, Kaelen—the restless heir of Silvermoon—whose heart pounded at the thought of seeing Liora once more. He clenched his fists at his side as his eyes widened at the marvels of Moonspire. Moonspire was nothing like Silvermoon. Its walls were higher, engraved with runes that shimmered faintly under the light of the setting sun. The gates

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)

Vane leaned against the wall, crossing his scarred arms over his chest. A grim, humorless smirk touched his lips. "The kid’s got a point, Aiden. You’re obsessed with this ‘moral high ground,’ but let me tell you something about the Silver Moon. They don’t check your soul at the gates. They check your pulse. If your pulse is cold, they stop it. Permanently."

I see the small knot on his throat dip as he swallows thickly. Ordinary silver is soft, a pretty metal for spoons and jewelry and the hilts of ceremonial swords. But moonsilver is different. It is a silver that is harder than any steel, a metal that holds an edge for years, and it is the only blade that can cut through a wolf’s skin and hide

Crystal Monkey ahead, humans and mounts behind. “Is this the way, Silver?” Mane asked as the three moved. He was seated on his mount, Roxanne, and Lily was perched on her horse, Skimpy. Before the two was the large Crystal Monkey Lily had named Silver. *Wu wu wu* Silver nodded his head several times and pointed to the path before them. Well, it wasn’t so much a path as it was a cave. For that was exactly where Silver was leading them. Before them was the entrance of a cave that for some reason seemed to give off a faint glow. In a place like Dark Valley where there was no light at all, a glow like that was especially catchy.