Silvermoon Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I say, but that's not enough, "Why?" I'm struggling to understand. "You were gifted with the iron at your Naming--which happened to be at the most auspicious time of Wolf Moon--by the Moon Goddess herself, Silvia," she says to me and I can feel everyone staring at me. "It is a gift sent very rarely. When things look hopeless. The Ironwolf comes to set the balance right."

The breeze cut sharply across my face, bringing the aroma of pine and the faint buzz of unease. We advanced together like a pack of wolves in human and altered shapes, their breaths misting in the frigid air. Each step seemed weightier than the previous, making us feel as though we were being pulled toward the conclusion. “Silvermoon is located just over that hill,” Soren stated, speaking softly. He gestured toward the uneven row of trees in front. "The external defenses will be dispersed, yet they will be aware of our approach." "They consistently do."

The air in the sacred Silver Moon clearing was thick with anticipation, the howls of gathered wolves echoing like a song of hope and grief. The ruins of their past packs felt like ancient scars, yet this new congregation exuded a sense of rebirth. Iris stood at the center, her golden and shadowed aura blending, balancing light and dark as the moonlight caressed her face. In her arms, her twin children cooed softly—one with eyes glowing pure silver, the other with an unsettling but beautiful onyx hue.

My voice, now his, fills the room—rich, velvety, commanding. “Silver should be dominant.” Silence. Cassidy blinks, then glares. “Aries, if you’re going to hijack Delilah’s body, at least say hello first.” Aries chuckles through my lips. “Hello, little human.” Alma crosses her arms. “Why silver?” My lips curve into a smirk. “Silver is the color of the moon, the bond that ties mates. It represents strength, purity, and divine right. It will remind everyone that Delilah is not just a queen but the vessel of the strongest wolf to walk this earth.”

My legs felt like lead, and my head swam, but the fire in my blood was roaring back to life. "Silvermoon is the primary power," Kayvon listed quickly, his fingers flying over the screen. "And there are two minor vassal packs—the Stone-Claw and the River-Runners." I looked at Zita, my eyes narrowing. "Go back. Get into the Twilight Zone. I don't care how many shadows you have to kill or how many laws you have to break. Find out if she is there. Find out if Tristan is hiding a ghost in his cellar."

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.

house. I waited for some time, muscles feeling stiff before finally descending the tree. Why would I have nightmares of him I wondered, I knew it was him due to his fur pattern on his ears, I had never seen another wolf with such ears. I wondered silently if it had to do with him being mad that I didn’t remember him. I knew I needed to get to Rose’s but the sudden fear was crippling, what if he was right that he would get what he wanted, what if he used the fear all seemed to have in his family to get Alpha James to hand me over to his pack. Was I risking my friend and her family if I went to their house? The scent of moonlight reached me on a random breeze, the moon goddess herself was tr

The room seemed to fade away as his words painted vivid images in my mind. "The Silver Werewolf was said to possess a unique connection to the moon, harnessing its energy and channeling it into its abilities. Its silver fur shimmered in the moonlight, a beacon of power and grace. It was a protector, a guardian of the pack, and its arrival was seen as a sign of great fortune and strength." I imagined the majestic creature, its silver coat glistening in the moon's gentle glow. It was awe-inspiring, a symbol of hope and resilience.

"Silver hair, Silver eyes and a mark on her neck." Draven's pulse quickened. The mark. The symbol of the Keepers. Stefan continued. "She knew things she shouldn't have known. About Crestmoon. About BloodFall. About Philipa." Now Draven was fully alert. "What did she say about Philipa?" Stefan looked directly at him, his expression was deadly serious. "She called Philipa..." A pause, then—"The Child of the Silver Moon." The words hit Draven like a physical blow, because he had seen nearly the same phrase inside the damaged BloodFall archives.