Silvermoon Novels & Stories

The gold-and-sapphire sun, the very heartbeat of the new North, was being eaten. It wasn't a shadow that consumed it, but a blinding, antiseptic whiteness that felt like a cataract over the eye of the world. Silas Blackwood stood on the ramparts, his fingers digging into the living stone of the keep. Beside him, Lyra’s breath hitched, the violet starlight of her aura flickering as the "Silver-Crest" moon ascended to its zenith.

Under the radiant glow of the full moon, Silver Moon Pack members gathered in the heart of their territory, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the Moon Goddess. Alpha Jake, Luna Mara, and the rest of the werewolves stood in a circle, their eyes fixed on the heavens. As the minutes passed, a palpable sense of reverence filled the air.

“Amara Cross, are you trying to drive me insane? I agree to go to a club and find you swaying like a pro whore, throwing your ass at hungry eyes, and you are proud of it too.” His grip crushed my arms, sharp and painful. My hand slipped between my thighs, pressing hard, pain mixing with heat, and he did not notice. But when he saw my bloodshot eyes, he let out a hot, frustrated breath. “Amara, are you drunk?” I nodded, confused. Tears spilled like a flood, driven by that brutal pulse burning deep inside me. “Dean Dorian, I am very drunk.” His eyes widened. Then they darkened even more. “What nonsense are you saying, little girl? What did you take to end up like this?” I wa

Avery was your every day normal girl. Until one day everything stopped. She wasn't paying attention when she stepped off the curb, thinking the coast was clear. When she woke up, she wasn't in the mortal plane, "The Void" her mentor told her. She was now a reaper, helper of souls who are to cross from mortal realm to the spiritual word. But what happens when Avery's humanity interferes with her new role and she loses a soul? Will the balance between life and death shatter? Will she be able to fix her mistakes? And will she be able to remember who she was?

“She asked me to come and cook and I told her I was busy. That is what happened.” I ignored what she said. “Where are you right now? I will come to you.” “Silvermoon Valley,” she said. I stopped walking immediately. How could Scarlett go to Silvermoon Valley alone? That place sat at the far edge of our territory, right against the border where the pack’s protection ran thin and it crawled and filled with rogue wolves that even our warriors avoided it after dark. The toxic plants alone could put someone in the pack clinic for a week not to talk of the poisonous insects that leave swelling and large bumps if they ever got through

For me. Each pack had an order of hierarchy, at the very top sat the Gold Moon wolves: regal, untouchable, their golden-flecked eyes marking them as near-gods among us. They ruled the council, commanded the armies, held the sacred grounds. Below them came the Silver Moon wolves… Lynix, they were called. A near-extinct breed whose blood carried the silver strain, making them impervious to the metal that killed every other wolf. Legends said they could heal from wounds that should’ve been fatal, walk through silver-laced traps unscathed. But a war or perhaps a plague… had wiped them out generations ago. Or so the stories went. I scrunched my nose, trying to remember if Mother had ever mentione

Every hair along his shoulders rose. His lips peeled back in a silent snarl. Not at Kael. Not at the trees. At the sky. Rowan looked up. The moon had changed. A thin veil of clouds drifted across it, tinting the light a pale crimson. No… Not crimson. Silver. The moonlight itself had become brighter, almost liquid, spilling through the branches like flowing water. Kael stared upward. “I never thought I’d see another Silver Moon.” “What is a Silver Moon?” Rowan asked.

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

Alex asked being confused. "Come on you should know it already. She was born in a Blue Moon. The purest blood runs in her veins. And there are very few pure blood people left. So when one can actually claim her in Blue Moon to mark her as his. But as she is already marked by another strong wolf who has the dark blood it would be easier for him to claim her and he doesn't need to do it in Blue Moon." Leonard's nose scrunched when those words got registered in his brain. But now that she already has a mark Lycan needs to wait for Blue Moon.

"Get a small team of your fastest people together. We need to find those girls before it's too late." --- The cloud cover had been blown away by the wintry winds exposing the inky black night skies. Stars were scattered through blackness, Sparkling like diamonds on a bed of black velvet. But it was the moon that dominated the sky, her silvery light bathing the frozen wilderness until it looked like a black and white photo was as beautiful as it was haunting.