Novelas y relatos de Silvermoon

Clara James is nineteen years old. From the outside, her life looks rich and perfect. Inside, it is a silk wrapped hell. When she was ten, her world fell apart after her father cheated on her mother. Six years ago, her mother died in a car accident, forcing Clara to move in with her father… and that was where the real nightmare began. After her father married Emilia Cole, Clara’s life turned into an open war. Emilia did not only destroy her childhood, or leave her scarred by the trauma of harassment attempts. She made abuse and humiliation a daily routine. Still, Clara did not break. She did not bow. Everything changed when the wrong man entered her life at the worst possible time. Ad

he said, the single word rolling through the cavern like distant thunder. Silence fell, but it was brittle. Zara rose to stand beside him, her eyes catching the silver light until they gleamed like twin moons. “This vein is more than a treasure,” she said. “It’s a test. Moon-silver can strengthen the accords we bled to forge—or it can tear them apart. If you treat it like gold, it will kill you like poison.” Her voice carried an edge of prophecy that made even the witches flinch. Bram cleared his throat, lowering his gaze. “The miners won’t go deeper until it’s decided. Some say they hear…whispers. Like the metal speaks.”

Silvermoon was an administrative powerhouse, and the name Aelia was whispered across the packs the Continental Heir, the Light of the new era. Aelia was now a bright, curious child of nine, full of the playful energy of the pack. She carried my silver Light energy the essence of healing and elemental stability but it was intertwined with a startling, innate command over Earth energy, a signature that mirrored the depth of Drax's power, yet was naturally born into her without effort.

“We want no war. But we need a pact, and soon. There are things moving in the woods—old things, new dangers. If we don’t hold together, we’ll all be picked off, one by one.” For a moment, there’s only the sound of wind in the birches and the scent of wild mint. Then the plump witch—her name, I learn, is Morwen—breaks the silence with a laugh. “Well, girl, if you’re going to be Silverpine’s Luna, you’ll need thicker skin and sharper teeth.” She tosses me a woven talisman—bones and rosemary, knotted with red thread. “For luck. Or for warding off nosey neighbors.”

Who died because he refused to bow to tyrants. Miriam Silvermoon is even more mysterious, but what I find makes my breath catch. The Silvermoon bloodline - one of the most powerful seer families in recorded history. Wolf-born oracles who could see across time itself. *"Miriam Silvermoon, last daughter of the Moon-Blessed bloodline, was known for her extraordinary prophetic abilities and healing gifts. She disappeared shortly after her mate's execution, heavily pregnant with their child. Her body was never found, leading many to believe she died in hiding while protecting her unborn daughter."*

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.

Fiona Moonstone, once judged wolfless, now stands out as a symbol of hope and mystery, her silver wolf heritage linking her fate to the moon goddess herself. Her brother Ennis, steadfast and protective, balances duty and compassion as he trains for alpha leadership, his calm nature grounding the family through turmoil. Siobhan, the spirited youngest sibling, brings warmth and laughter to even the darkest moments, her vibrant energy and social flair a source of light. Overseeing them all is Alpha Kieran, whose love and fears are shaped by tragedy and secrets, his protective instincts fierce as he navigates the dangers that threaten his children. Into their world steps Prince Callum Thorne, th

Five silver futures. Outside den, the entire Blood Moon Pack - 1757 wolves plus new pups from quadruple generation - howled. Not red howl. Silver howl. Because tonight, under silver Blood Moon, prophecy fulfilled. Silver Pup (firstborn, now 20 years old, mother of twins) entered, tears silver too. "Mother... the packs... all packs... Black Mountain, Silver River, Blood Moon, even Lost Silver... they all see silver moon. They all coming. They say... quintuple silver means... you are not just Luna for the beast. You are Luna for all beasts."

Sword dripping fresh blood from some fool who had spoken wrong. The tallest creature stepped forward. Its face split open into a smile full of needles. “Little moon. Give us one sip and we will kneel.” She answered by opening her own wrist with a thought. Silver blood welled up shining. The creatures lunged. She let the first one taste. Then she burned it from the inside out. Its scream was beautiful. The others tried to flee. She unleashed the storm. Silver fire and raw chaos swallowed them whole. Their ashes mixed with the glassed earth and made it shine.

"Hunters of the Silver Moon." "Read the rest," Theo commanded. Mia’s eyes scanned the text. "A mercenary organization specializing in the 'collection' of anomalous werewolves. Unlike traditional hunters who kill for sport, the Silver Moon seeks out rare bloodlines, Seers, high-speed hybrids, and those with unique auras. These individuals are captured and sold to the highest-ranking Great Packs to be used as tools of war."