Arlecchino X Lumine Novels & Stories

“I wouldn’t dream of interfering.” “Good,” Alaric answered flatly. But Lucien wasn’t even fazed. Instead, he rose from his chair, walked over to where I sat, and—without asking—took my hand in his gloved one. His fingers were cool. Too cool. “You’re already marked by lightning,” he said softly, tilting my palm up to examine it. “But shadow could steady that storm, if you let it.” “Let go,” Alaric’s voice came low and sharp now, but his expression didn’t change.

On the underside of her forearm, pale against her skin, was a mark. It was faint, almost translucent, but unmistakable: a crescent moon, curved and delicate, glowing faintly as though lit from beneath her flesh. Evelyn stumbled back from the mirror, clutching her wrist. The mark pulsed once, in rhythm with her heartbeat, before fading to nothing more than a faint silver shimmer. Her throat went dry.

She doesn't look scared of my presence. "I am not interested in your story.For me you are an imposter.Do you realise who I am?"My eyes turns blue means my Alpha spirit has overlapped me."I am the most feared Alpha in the continent but my ambitions are more than that and you,a weak timid rogue doesn't fit in the criteria I set for my future Luna,who will rule by my side on the entire werewolf realm and you are definitely not the one I imagine as my Luna."I smirk seeing her face fall more.

Elder Romano began stiffly, “we need clarity.” “You have five minutes,” I said, taking my seat at the head of the table. There was a ripple of discomfort. “It has come to our attention,” another elder continued, “that the woman known as Lily… is in fact the late Luna of this pack.” The room fell into suffocating silence. I leaned back slowly. “You are mistaken.” “We conducted investigations,” Romano insisted. “DNA records. Old files. She matches the late Luna who was declared dead seven months ago.”

Mishi cleared his throat, standing up and smoothing his chaotic robes. "Ahem. Yes. Well. Lumira, allow me to introduce my companion," Mishi said, beaming with pride. "This is Lord Alaric Solari." The name hit the room like a physical shockwave. Selene, seeing her moment to regain the spotlight and sensing a higher-ranking noble, stepped forward instantly. She smoothed her white Saintess gown, her smile holy and blinding, her eyes shimmering with practiced grace.

Nodding once, he let his brother pull him away into the crowd. “Damn,” Lucien quipped. “Remind me never to piss you off.” “He only wanted to put his tongue to good use,” Ronin had a knowing expression on his face. “I can always get mine pierced if that’s what you’re into, sweet paionía.” Liora rolled her eyes. She was Luna–desired by many, but she couldn’t let people keep the misconception that they could have her. Her scowl returned when Alpha Alastor came up to greet them. His blond hair was bundled in a messy bun on the top of his head, his beige fitted shirt tucked into his army green cargo pants.

Of course, Rael and his human had been hunting and not conscious of where they’d been heading, until the old wolf felt the chill in the air. Malakar’s appearance was as twisted as his mind. His back hunched unnaturally, and a wicked smile curled at his cracked lips as his eyes, glinting with a mix of cunning and malevolence, met the old alpha’s gaze. “You’re punctual, Varian,” Malakar croaked, his voice dripping with a false cordiality that belied the calculating mind behind it. He was near the last of his arcane ability and this old man was his last option. “Call me Malakar.”

“That’s an odd accusation for a stranger to make.” “Then it’s fortunate I’m not accusing a stranger.” The words hung between us, and for a moment his easy composure cracked all the way open, something raw and uncertain surfacing underneath it. “Say that again,” he said quietly. “Lucian.” The voice cut through the corridor like a blade, and both of us turned to find Alaric standing at the far end, gold blazing bright in his eyes. “Alpha Alaric.” Lucian recovered fast, though the crack in his composure didn’t fully close this time. “Your Luna and I were discussing philosophy.”

The hand pulled the fabric off completely, revealing— Alaric. My cruel, sickening cousin. He’d never once bothered to hide how much he wanted to hurt me. “What are you doing here?” I asked. He looked down at me with that same arrogant expression. Typical. A faint, mocking smile tugged at his lips. “Well, look at that,” he said. “The main attraction at today’s auction. The Luna the Nightsilver pack threw away.” "Auction? What auction?" “This is the holding area of the Blackmoon Auction House, you idiot. Your pack sold you.”

June noticed my interest and approached with a warm smile. “Beautiful choice,” she said softly. “This is the ‘Lumiére Duo’ — a true limited edition masterpiece. There is only one set in the entire world. It was meticulously crafted by the renowned jeweller, Tiffany Caldwell, exclusively for our flagship store. No other piece like it exists anywhere.” My eyes widened slightly as I leaned in closer, mesmerized by the intricate design.