Cinder Lunar Chronicles Fan Art Novels & Stories

Giovanna grins. The Luna smiles and looks like she’s about to leave the room when she freezes, staring at my mates exposed mark. It turned out beautiful. It’s all black and has kind of a tribal feel. It has imagery depicting a full moon with claw marks on either side circled by a large bite mark that wraps from the front of her shoulder to the back. It’s the most beautiful mark I’ve ever seen, but it’s entirely possible that I’m just biased.

The way I believe in my own hands, which are stronger than they were, which have learned what they can build and what they can hold. Luna is seven months old. She has silver eyes and a loud voice and her father's stubborn jaw and a laugh that Mara says can be heard from across the pack grounds, which Mara says with enormous satisfaction. She has never been afraid of anything that I can tell. She arrived in the world furious and curious and has maintained both qualities consistently. She has two packs who know her name. The forest that borders her home glows silver at night, and the Moon Goddess's light is steady above it.

“I think even Elliott no longer believes it—and he’s only ten.” Elliot Calloway growled again. He was in the same class as I was. Calm, reserved, and kind, but he always followed his cousin, Drake, along. One minute he would sit with me at lunch, and the next, he would join this group to laugh at me. “No, no, I agree with Nathan!” Selene said excitedly. “The Moon Goddess can tell us who we are mated with.” “Boo-hoo,” mocked Drake. “But, well, it is better than being here. Full Moon celebration is boring.”

The Crescent Moon Packs tattoo was on clear display right up my spine. I looked at Helen, who began to talk, so I read her lips, "Kimi, should we take bets to see how long it takes Cade to pull Kaya away so he can have her to himself." I looked at Kimi, who looked at me and then responded. "I give him four hours." Helen laughed. "I give him one." I just rolled my eyes. They both looked as good as I did.

Now the fur was gone from my skin, but I was still traumatized. "You should answer when an Alpha asks you," reprimanded Rutherford, and I sighed. "So, she's Luna?" I said, pointing to the annoying girl who was staring at me with disgust. "Prospective Luna," Rutherford corrected, while Ikaros answered with a short 'yes.' "I understand now," I said coldly. So, this guy touched me just for his own pleasure, because he already had that snobbish woman as his partner. "Do you want some bread, perhaps? You look really pale and unhealthy," Rutherford said, ignoring the cold tone in my voice.

Luna Jinny and Erica rushed over, holding handkerchiefs to wipe her tears. Luna Sandra's eyes swept coldly across Fourth Wife Luna Jinny, who came from Rainbow Pack. Not only was she gentle in speech and elegant in demeanor, she had a talent for poetry and painting, a full figure, and a charm that could enchant people. She earned Beta Henry's favor after giving birth to Erica and Emily.

The artistic style is unmistakable, executed by the Silvermoon Muse, an anonymous rogue painter whose street murals across the Silvermoon Capital Jone had defended for winters. Jone sinks onto the furs of his low bench, opening the heavy pages as his heart slams against his ribs. The inner parchment contains vivid depictions of them sharing flasks at the Crescent Moon Lodge during their early truce, surrounded by winter roses. Jone remembers that specific solstice night with brutal clarity, back when their only warfare consisted of petty border raids and stealing hunting contracts from each other's vards. He turns the page, his eyes dilating as he reads the opening inscription: To the master

“You must have noticed the change in the moon a couple of nights ago?” “We noticed,” I say. “Was that your doing?” “Not me. Lord Enorio. And he’s getting greedier with his power. There’s a folder down the front of my shirt that you should look at.” He kind of puffs out his chest, and I know he’s expecting one of us to fish the thing out. I glance at Cassian. To my surprise, it’s Lyra who steps forward. She pulls his collar forward, reaches down, and pulls out a folder. “Lunar Extinction,” she reads, a troubled look passing over her face. She flicks it open. “This is just a bunch of sigils.”

The creature seemed to grow darker, more solid, as it pulled the life from him. Laila felt a surge of cold fury. She didn't draw her blades; she knew instinctively that physical steel, even silver, wouldn't touch these things. She reached into the center of her chest, grabbing onto the white-hot fire of the Lunar Heart. She didn't just let it flow; she forced it outward, a shockwave of pure lunar radiation that illuminated the pier like a second sun. The light hit the creatures, and for the first time, they reacted. They let out a high pitched, metallic shriek, their smoky forms evaporating where the light touched them. But for every one that vanished, three more stepped out of the mist.

Binding me and Silencing me. “You will share in that power,” Caldor said. Silence stretched. Then the creature spoke again. “For how long?” Caldor’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You tell me.” A pause. Then, “Three years.” My breath caught. “For three years,” the creature continued, “we will allow you to take the Moonborn.” Its voice darkened. “But after that…” Its eyes burned brighter. “She returns to us.” The air grew heavier. Even the witches stepped back slightly..Caldor considered it.