Novels by Luna Seer

- Charlotte - The kiss was nothing like I'd experienced over the last three years. There was no politeness - no show for cameras, audiences or expectations. It didn't feel like the basic pleasantries of my former husband who only touched me when it suited him, when it somehow benefited his agenda that I didn't see until it was almost too like. Instead, it was like two meteors colliding, exploding and creating its own new environment that was built just for the two of us. Everything melted into the background, every fear, worry and stressful thought was violently shaken free under Logan's unyielding grip and the fit of his mouth against mine. It was hot, heavy and bordering on feral, unhinged passion I hadn't felt in years. It wasn't even the same as the stolen moments of our youth. This was something older - something more permanent. Like his mouth was marking not just my lips, stealing my breath and making me dizzy, but it was imprinting onto my soul in a tattoo I n

- Logan - Her mouth was soft, hot, and instantly yielding beneath mine, her head angling deeper into the kiss with a desperate, hungry instinct that matched my own. A soft, needy noise escaped her throat as my hand reached up, my rough, calloused fingers threading through her silky curls, cupping the back of her head as I gently gripped her hair and pulled her even closer, locking her lips against mine. My tongue slid against hers, seeking the permission she gave willingly, parting for me to claim deeper access. Her hands moved to my cut, sliding up my chest where one hand anchored into the heavy fabric while the other tangled wildly in the short hairs at the back of my neck, pulling on me like she was afraid I might vanish if she let go. The world outside that partitioned studio seemed to melt away—the suffocating stress of charter politics, the looming weight of her impending divorce, the chaotic mess Victoria dragged with her like a storm cloud—all of it meant nothing compared t

- Victor -The Iron Skulls clubhouse smelled heavily of stale tobacco, cheap alcohol, and the copper tang of blood that was practically stained into the floorboards.They weren't as organized as the Vipers. In-fighting was a constant between members and recruits, hazing that bordered on plain abuse, and their fingers were dipped into shit even I wouldn't touch.Not saying I was a fucking saint—I was far from it.My hands were tainted in enough blood to last two lifetimes, having spent most of my life wearing the patch. I'd worked my way up from my uncle's shadow to become the President, pulled our asses out of the mud, and made us into a reputable club known for handling our business and keeping our noses as clean as we could, given what we dealt with.Still, there were some shady operations the Iron Skulls had their hands in that even I wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole made of pure gold.But we needed this alliance if we wanted to keep the turf wars and bloodshed to a minimum. The

- Charlotte - I busied myself putting the finishing touches on my new workshop, my fingers curled around a paintbrush and a wood palette spattered in rich, glossy shades of forest green, deep cobalt, crimson, ochre, and stark white. I lost myself to the strokes across the canvas propped against the heavy easel—the rhythmic, fluid sweeps of oil paint on a blank slate slowly shaping into an image I let flow naturally from my chest. Art had always been my release, much like cooking. I started with raw, unassuming elements, and with nothing but my hands and raw emotion, I could shape something entirely my own. There was no Arthur here to judge me. No one to dismiss my work as a waste of time or tell me it didn't suit the lifestyle I inhabited. Here, I wasn't Mrs. Verlaine—the docile, obedient idiot blinded by what she had mistaken for love. I wasn't a broken woman running from her own choices. I wasn't just a father’s daughter who had tried to escape a life she thought wasn't mean

- Arthur - The holding cell smelled of floor cleaner, stale sweat, and the distinct, humiliating musk of people who didn’t own stock in anything traded on the NYSE. I sat on the edge of the metal bench, posture straight, shoulders squared under bespoke charcoal wool that now felt less like armor and more like a costume in a bad play. My cufflinks were gone—confiscated during booking alongside my Patek Philippe watch, my phone, my gold-plated money clip, and the dignity of a man who commanded a half-billion-dollar market capitalization before the bell rang at nine-thirty. Incompetent cretins. The phrase wasn't a thought; it was a rhythmic pulse behind my temples. The desk sergeant—a slab of meat with a cheap mustache and fingernails bitten to the quick—had looked at my license as if it belonged to a trespasser trying to pawn a stolen stereo. Arthur Verlaine. Verlaine Corp. Names meant nothing in the Dawn County precinct basement. Power here wasn't measured in diluted share optio

- Logan -The neon sign of the Siren’s Gaze flickered against the damp, miserable evening air, casting a sickly pink glow over the cracked asphalt of the strip club's parking lot.I killed the engine of my bike, letting the Harley's heavy thrum die down into a quiet ticking as it cooled, setting my red and black helmet on the handles. Pulling the folded envelope out of my jacket pocket, I scanned the address one last time. I knew Leo Tannis - he was a piece of shit, owner of a strip club and had hired us to help him move product and act as protection when he made shitty deals. Twelve hours late on a protection payment wasn't just bad business; it was an invitation to remind the local slime why the Vipers controlled this territory. I adjusted my cut, flexing my bandaged left hand to check the stitching still held, and walked across the near-empty carpack. Gravel crunched under my boots, my eyes scanning the area quickly like a predator sweeping its hunting ground. I didn't both

Ameliana Does he ever stop tapping his foot? I sighed, the noise of Dane and his incessant leg bouncing finally getting on my nerves. Sometimes, when he's asleep. Silvena giggled. Why doesn't he? The rest of them are. I looked across the private hospital room. A simple bed, an overhead tv, a wall behind filled with medical things and a bathroom to the left. The room in front was usually open for walking space, now it was filled with three couches that curled around the hospital bed. Theo, Xavier and Gabriel, all curled up uncomfortably on the too small couches, Theo snoring lightly. He's not. Silvena mentioned towards Gabriel. I rose a brow and watched him for a moment, seeing him breath evenly and his eyes closed. He looked asleep. She giggled, a some

"I have no need for your help, Guardian." He sighed bored, clicking his fingers once.The sound echoed eerily off the walls. My eyes narrowed, feeling the weight of darkness press around us.My mates fell in behind me, drawing weapons as they felt it too. Baynor chuckled cruelly. "Another has promised there'd be no Realms to quarrel over." He turned his vicious smile on me. "None you'll be interfering with, anyway." I paled, feeling the aura that stepped from the tunnel we'd come from.Jordon smirked at me.Only, his face was different. Half of was covered with black scales, removing his hair and his once hooded eye had titled and elongated, with a slitted yellow iris replacing his once stormy blue. Veron was devouring his soul, taking over him completely. This should have taken years! Not weeks! Jordon was a Wolf, a Shifter.He shouldn't have succumb so easily. "Wh

We wove through the tunnels, my light low as we approached the edging of firelight.Roddy stopped, turning his head to me.I crouched and scratched him. "You bargain is paid, you can go home now." He slithered forward, pressing into my hand.I have him a soft smile and another pat. "I'll be okay, but it's dangerous for baby Burhounds. Go, thank you." I stepped back to my mates, waiting until the creature finally crawled up the walls and into a crack above, its body flattening to fit. "That was a baby?" Xav asked quietly."Yeah, he's only maybe a year old." I shrugged, pulling a stone from my vest. "A year?" He hissed in surprise. I looked back him, confused. "Yeah, the ones in the bunker are only six." I think the knowledge that Burhounds grew until they died, their lifespan was nearly a thousand year, was what shocked him. No one had even found a full sized one, but there was rumours the tunnels we currently walked, were the insi

The smell of sulphur and death overpowered any wonderful scent my mates made. The cracked and volcano rocks that made up the tunnels to the Below were floored with dirt, bones and stripped clothing. Theo kicked the skull of a troll, half its face crushed and one of its tusks was buried in the dirt. "That's comforting." He huffed as we continued. I suppressed a giggle, but my attention was focused above us, keeping an eye on the large cracks and holes for movement. Something ebbed inside of me, my glowing igniting.The others turned off their torches. "Guess that's a good sign," Gabriel noted. I only said I'd glow, if I sensed Demons. I unsheathed a blade of silver, careful to walk around Dane as I kept my eyes pinned to the ceiling, the ebbing brightening my glow. "Rosie?" Dane narrowed his brows at me.I raised a finger to my lips. There's something above us. I sent to them all, opening a mind-link that requir

Abe had joined them, hanging back for a moment, unsure. I held up the sixth plate for him. He gave me huffed chuckle, stepping forward to take it. "You really are a sweet thing, aren't ya?" I rolled my eyes at him, smiling and started to eat. They had tracked Veron through to an old ruin of stone, deep in the rainforest. It edged a river, but Veron used a portal four hours away from it, a small camp set up with some of the Shifters working with him.And more Demons. Xavier had over seen a raid on a warehouse not far from Sparrow Falls, a base of operations for one of Veron's groups. He'd brought back a few items he'd found them making in the basement of the place, an odd potions set up he'd taken pictures of. We'd moved to the dinning room table on the other side of the kitchen beside the library, Xavier sitting me on his lap as he showed me. I shook my head at the image, scowling. "That's not a potions altar." I gestured to Abe a

It concerned me that they were involved. There was only two reasons. This war was about to become incredibly bloody, and they were vultures circling in waiting. Or, Veron had made a deal with Demons. I didn't want to believe that, I didn't know if I could. No one controlled Demons, hell, they hadn't been seen in...I felt the warmth and sparks, smelt his calming scent, before Theo's hand wrapped my waist, pulling me back against him gently and cutting off my thinking with a pulse and need. "Hi," he whispered into my neck, nuzzling me sweetly and inhaling my scent. I turned, wrapping my arms around his waist, his arms rose, curling my back and hugged me while I pressed my ear to his heart. "Have you eaten?" He kissed my hair, his fingers gently curling on my back in a sweet pat. I shook my head. "I didn't get a chance." "Come on then," he pulled me with him.His warm arm around me made me feel so comfortable and ti