Novels by Luciana diamond

Indra collapsed to the floor, her knees buckling as hot tears of guilt streamed down her cheeks. Her body trembled. Across the room, the guards seized Seraphina, dragging her toward the palace doors in chains.Seraphina turned her head, her tear-blurred eyes locking onto Indra's. Her lips moved silently, just one word:“Why?”Indra’s chest ached so badly she could hardly breathe. Her heart was cracking under the weight of it. She hadn’t meant for this—never in a thousand years would she have dreamed of betraying Seraphina.But what choice did she have?‘I love Seraphina . But I love my mother too ‘, she thought as she remembered how she got into such a messy situation.It had happened just the day after Seraphina was arrested.That afternoon, Indra had been caring for her sick mother, Remi. She dipped a cloth into a bowl of cool water, gently wiped her mother’s feverish forehead, and was just wringing it out again when a soft knock came at the door.Who could that be? she wondered, gl

The heavy iron door groaned open, spilling bright light into the dim cell. Two guards marched in, boots thudding against the stone floor.“Wake up. The king demands your presence,” one barked.They nudged Seraphina’s back, but she didn’t stir. Her chest rose and fell in slow, shallow breaths—alive, but unconscious.Her body felt like it had been crushed under a mountain. Every limb ached. She couldn’t even twitch a finger, let alone move.One guard muttered something and disappeared, returning moments later with a wooden bucket. Without warning, he dumped its contents on her.The icy water smacked her skin like a slap. She screamed, jerking into motion. Soaked and shivering, her lashes fluttered as her eyes slowly opened. The world around her spun, her vision fuzzy.Am I dead? Is this the underworld? she wondered, dazed.But reality hit hard. The same cold cell, the same stone walls. She was still alive. Still trapped.Seeing she was awake, the guards grabbed her roughly by the should

The cell door creaked open, and Seraphina’s head jerked up from where she sat, weak and sore on the stone floor. Her breath caught in her throat as the figure stepped inside.Her heart dropped like a stone in her chest.Mira.Seraphina’s blue eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face. “Mira? What are you doing here?”Mira didn’t answer. Her eyes scanned the room, drinking in every rotten corner of the cell—the cracked stone walls, the rusted chains, the putrid straw mat in the corner. Her lips curled in disgust like the stench alone had slapped her.“Hmm,” she muttered, her voice laced with disdain. “Figures.”She stepped deeper into the cell, heels clicking with slow menace. Then, folding her hands together, she gave a mockingly pleasant smile.“Well, well, well…” she said, her voice echoing in the cramped room. “I’ve finally got you where I want you.”She crossed the space in a few strides, grabbed Seraphina’s chin, and tilted her face upward with a single, cold finger. “Litt

“What...? How did that get here?”Seraphina’s voice trembled as her eyes widened in horror.There, beneath her bed, lay a golden sword—polished, untouched, almost glowing. Its blade shimmered like sunlight on water, and the sapphire in its hilt seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. It was magnificent, dangerous, magnetic. She’d never seen anything like it in her life. The sword seemed to call to her, pulling her in with invisible strings.But she didn’t know it was no ordinary weapon.“We’ve found the thief,” one of Vladimir’s men sneered from the doorway.Seraphina blinked in disbelief. She rubbed her eyes furiously, hoping this was some twisted illusion.I made this bed yesterday… Indra and I cleaned the whole room. There was nothing here. Nothing!Before she could speak, Alpha Vladimir stepped into the room, his eyes cold and calculating.“Seize her.”His voice cut through the air like a blade. He bent down and grabbed the sword himself.Two guards stormed in. Their hands we

Nicolas stormed onto the balcony, boots pounding the marble floor. The air hit him like a slap—thick, tense, and strange. Down below, the palace courtyard teemed with Arcadians stumbling in like ghosts. Their clothes hung off their bodies, their faces pale and drained.The sky was a smudged gray, too dark for this hour. It felt like night had fallen in the middle of the day.“What the hell is going on?” Nicolas barked, gripping the stone railing, eyes darting across the crowd. Even the nobles looked shaken, their regal posture crumbled.If he hadn’t been Alpha, he might’ve buckled too. Something was deeply wrong. The air smelled of dust and dread.“My prince, help us!” a sentinel shouted, his spear clattering to the ground as he dropped to his knees.“The rivers—they’re dry!” another man yelled, pushing through the crowd.“My fields are dying!” a farmer sobbed, mud streaked across his face.“I saw rogues—inside the kingdom!”“The seal!” someone else shrieked. “The protective seal is b

You won, Mira. You won.She kept repeating it like a mantra, trying to calm the pounding in her chest. But her body betrayed her—hands trembling, breath ragged, heart twisting.This wasn’t how it was supposed to feel.She’d claimed his wolf, bound him before the pack. That was supposed to mean something. Wasn’t it?I thought claiming the wolf meant claiming the man…I was wrong. So, so wrong.The moon hung like a silver hook in the sky, casting its pale glow over the silent grounds. Inside the room, everything was still—except Mira. She sat alone on the edge of their bed, the silk sheets untouched on his side, the pillows cold.Sleep was a stranger tonight.Nicolas had vanished after the ceremony, locking himself in his study like she was some cursed object he couldn’t bear to look at. Not even a glance. Not a word.Why won’t he come to bed?She’d given him everything. Her loyalty. Her body. Her name.She stared at his empty side, her jaw clenched. We’ve shared this bed before. We’ve