Novels by Treasureoluchi2026

The SnareI knew I was walking into a trap. That feeling settled deep in my bones as the handmaids laced me into a dress the color of polished emeralds. It was heavy, restricting, and impossibly elegant. Every piece of fabric, every glittering diamond and emerald gem, felt like another weight pressing me down into the role of the True Luna, a role I didn’t deserve and definitely didn’t want.This isn't clothing, I thought, staring at my reflection. It’s armor for a public execution.The fear was a cold knot in my stomach. The humiliation of yesterday’s capture was one thing; today’s exposure was different. Today, I had to prove the King’s lie was worthwhile, or die. Rhys’s threat was still ringing in my ears: Do not overstep.Commander Finn escorted me, moving with the silent efficiency of a shadow. He didn’t speak, and I was grateful. I didn’t need empty assurances.We were led to a smaller, more formal hall known as the Gavel Chamber. It was used for minor rulings and accepting offi

Rhys Volkov’s WarningI was seated at the massive writing desk in the antechamber of my suite, pretending to review the Lycan war ordinances General Oris had left me. The ink smelled sharp and clean, and the weight of the parchment felt official and important, a world away from the scraps of damp newspaper I used to hoard for light.My mind, however, was not on troop movements. It was running a loop of terror and exhilaration. I had gained a crucial victory yesterday: Demetrius was deploying resources based on my tactical advice. I was indispensable. For the moment.The problem with being indispensable is that you become a high-value target for those who resent your position. I could still taste the bitter tang of Lady Anya’s revulsion, and the memory of Selene Voss's predatory glare was a constant pressure behind my eyes.I am a piece of mud wearing a crown, I thought, tapping my silver pen against the wood. And everyone in this Citadel knows it except the soldiers who have to preten

Political EducationThe morning dawned on my second day in the Iron Citadel, and the nightmare was still dressed in indigo silk. I sat on the edge of the enormous bed, hands resting on my knees, trying to find the pulse of myself beneath the weight of Demetrius Klein’s lies. I was the True Luna—a title I wore like a suicide vest.My survival strategy was simple: I had to be exactly what he needed, and nothing more. I was a tool for the Shadow Canyons. That was my expiration date. But if I could prove my mind was more valuable than my body, perhaps I could extend the lease on my life.If I look like a Queen, they’ll want me to act like one. I’ll make sure I look like the worst, most ill-suited queen imaginable. But if I can speak the language of war better than his generals, I become necessary. Necessary is temporary safety.A few minutes later, the procession of the King’s mandates began. Commander Finn stood outside the door, a fixed, granite presence. The silent handmaids brought br

The Gilded IsolationThe bed was the worst kind of torture. It was vast and soft, draped in white furs that felt like clouds, yet the moment I lay down, the silence of the Royal Wing became an unbearable pressure. I was accustomed to the rhythmic breathing of a hundred wolves, the constant creak of floorboards, and the sour, familiar scent of the kennel. This silence was hollow, the quiet of a tomb.I finally sat up, the heavy indigo silk robes the handmaids had forced me into pooling around me. They were beautiful, a dark, royal blue that somehow deepened the brown intensity of my eyes, but they felt like woven lead. The silver chain, the symbol of the True Luna, was still around my throat, cool and heavy, a physical reminder of the leash Demetrius had snapped onto my life.I walked to the enormous window, where glass stretched from the floor to the ceiling. Below, the city of the Iron Citadel glittered, a terrifying sprawl of power and light. Up here, I was invisible, untouchable, a

The Golden Cage is SetThe aftermath of the public claim was a blinding blur. I was escorted out of the throne room not by jailers, but by handmaids who treated me with a fearful, almost ritualistic reverence. They didn't see Esmeralda, the omega; they saw the newly crowned True Luna, the carrier of the deadly Silver-Eyed blood.They stripped me of the filth of the kennel and the blood of Silas. The bathing ritual was torturous—a complete immersion into a world I was utterly unsuited for. The water was scented with exotic oils, the soap made of costly flower essences, and every touch from the handmaids felt like a judgment. They washed away the mud and the grime, but they couldn’t wash away the four years of abuse, nor could they wash away the terrifying magnetic pull I felt toward the man who had ordered this farce.They dressed me in robes that felt —soft, heavy silk dyed in the deep, regal indigo of the royal house.This is a cage, I thought, staring at my reflection. My intense br

Crowned by DeceptionThe royal transport was not a vehicle; it was a cage lined with velvet. I sat on cushioned leather that felt softer than any blanket I had ever owned, yet my body remained rigid, vibrating with panic. I was surrounded by the scent of King Demetrius’s guard, all iron, leather, and discipline, a scent that should have offered comfort, but instead felt like the suffocating presence of jailers.I had been dragged from filth to luxury in the space of an hour, yet the terror remained consistent. The rejection in the field—that cold, violent shove, still echoed in the space between my ribs, a hollow ache that was worse than the initial severance by Damon. The King was my fate, and my fate wanted me gone.He needs the path. He needs the secret. That is the only reason my heart is still beating.The Iron Citadel, when we arrived, was an architectural insult to nature. It wasn't built into the mountain; it rose out of it, a skyscraper that scraped the sky. It reeked of powe