Cinder Lunar Chronicles Fan Art Novels & Stories

I giggled, “I am not telling you a single thing or Osiris will surely kill me.” Cyrus shook his head, “nah. Never. You got that man wrapped around your paint stained fingers.” He looked at the painting, “what are you working on anyway? This looks fucking cool.” I smiled, “it’s something to represent the pack.” “You think you can paint something for Leia too? Her bedroom is missing something.” Cyrus asked. April shouted from the other room, “you can’t just ask Luna Lily to paint something. She paints what she wants to paint and then you buy it.”

If I fought back, I'd be painted as the bad one. I tried to keep my cool every time Cynthia and her gang provoked me. I did my best to control my emotions; the moon goddess knew that. But during one of our training sessions, as I was practicing, Cynthia suddenly struck me from behind. The impact sent me stumbling forward, and I felt a sharp pain as I hit my forehead against the hard ground, blood trickling down my face. Zayn, who had been observing from a distance, rushed over. "What happened?" he asked.

she said gently, “make sure he eats.” Stefan bowed. “As you wish, Luna.” Without another word, he turned and left the chamber. The moment the door closed—Lyria’s gentle expression vanished. She turned to Kaden, and they both broke into quiet laughter, barely able to contain their excitement. “It’s done,” Lyria whispered, eyes gleaming. “He won’t suspect a thing.” Kaden smirked. “By tomorrow,” he said softly, “Crestmoon will have no Alpha.” Lyria leaned back in her chair, satisfaction washing over her. “Soon,” she murmured, already imagining it. “Kadel will be gone. You will take his place.” Her smile sharpened.“And I,” she added calmly,

I didn’t have any fucking private business with her. “It’s just that…the second full moon has passed and you haven’t said anything to me. The third one is drawing closer and…” “Get to the fucking point” I cut her off angrily, standing up and walking over to the drink cabinet to check for something stronger. “I’m at my most fertile during the full moon. I was thinking we could speed up the mating ceremony to prevent a pregnancy from happening before it's official” a small smile crept onto my face and I turned to face her.

Where divine choirs used to rise, now chains clinked, and the scent of burning grace hung heavy in the air. At the heart of this fractured realm sat Luna, the Moon Goddess, her silver hair cascading like a river of frost, eyes gleaming with cold light. Her throne a monument of moonstone and shadow, veins of silver light running through its surface like frozen lightning. Where the Creator’s seat had once burned with the golden warmth of creation, Luna’s gleamed with pale perfection, beautiful, yet utterly cold, its radiance hollow of life.

“Orion, this is Caitlyn,” “I couldn't recognize her,” Orion said with a smirk. “She looked pretty scared last night,” “Cut it out,” Tristan demanded. He walked up to me, waiting for me to say something but I was speechless. “We have shown you ours. Now show us yours,” “Mine?” I cowered backwards as he came closer. “She’s really a pup,” Orion commented. “She knows nothing about this,” Tristan whispered. “It's not about her not knowing,” Mira chipped in.

Light rose above the stone, forming an image. She stood beside Lycus at the Moon Shrine, their wrists bound with a silver vow-band glowing in the moonlight. When the band sealed, he kissed her. The image froze there, with his hand on her cheek, her smile triumphant. The mark in the corner read: last night. A second image appeared. Sandra sat in an ornate chamber, holding up a pendant. A wolf’s head beneath a crescent moon. The Vane crest, passed from Alpha to Luna for generations.

The creature, less menacing in the grams staring right at us. “I don't know what it is Brad, but I keep drawing it__today it felt real in my dream, terrible even. It…” Brad pulled me close, his eyes fixed on the painting. “It's a Monogroth.” ****** AUTHOR'S POV Ariana flinched as Jasmine rubbed her neck with the ointment. “I'm sorry my Luna, I had to add some cinnamon to make the effect last longer.” “It's okay, but you need to stop calling Luna, we can't risk anyone knowing the truth.” Ariana said.

“By my blood, I, Lingling, accept the bond—me to you, you to me—as sister triumvir mate of the Candlewood pack for as long as Arianrhod smiles down on us.” A gasp rises from the crowd around us. The Luna lilies, normally sedate and pretty, release puffs of dandelion looking seeds into the air that dance on the breeze and float away. My God, I think. Ellie could make a killing planning events like this for rich people. I glance at Ian again and smile. Knowing how deep his pockets are, maybe she already does.

Maybe the gods think I look pretty this way. A gasp escaped me as I turned my neck to get a better view. My fingertips brushed against a beautifully intricate design that adorned my skin. It was a crescent moon, its delicate details awash in an array of enchanting blue shades. Stars, each unique, encircled the moon like constellations painted by a celestial artist. At the edge of the crescent, a pitch-black wolf stood, head thrown back as it howled at the moon. My mate’s initials are written below the mark.