Lumine Novels & Stories

I should have Syd take a picture so I can see it. “Your waning crescent….” I cut her off, “Gezz Syd, yeah, I thought you knew these Luna’s have a waxing crescent, and Lumiere’s have a waning crescent. Is that why…” This time she cut me off. “You have a star with the waning crescent.” “What?”

Hence, why we have the best table in the venue. I feel a pair of eyes on my back and turn around, scanning the room. I see a pair of brown eyes staring at me. They seem to belong to a well-built man with bleached blonde hair and muscular arms that can barely fit within his shirt. He cocks an eyebrow and smirks at me. He stands up and walks over to me, his eyes holding mine the entire time. “Good evening…Luna Eve I presume?” He nods to my Mum. My Mum nods but feels uncomfortable being addressed so formally in a human public setting. His eyes go to my brother.

"What about Lumi?" Liora's expression shifted. Something moved behind the clinical composure. Not warmth exactly, but recognition. The look of someone hearing a name they've thought about more than they'd admit. "Lumi's essence fused with Lulu during the original severance. But the fusion wasn't total. The core of Lumi, the part that was yours, your wolf's consciousness, her specific awareness, it's been dormant inside the bond residue. Scattered between you and Lulu like sediment in still water." She paused. "If you initiate a new bond, the ritual will draw those fragments back to their origin. To you. Lumi reconstitutes inside you. She comes back."

I open my laptop and pull up the master deck which I angle toward him. I start my presentation by clicking to the first slide and saying, “The product is called ‘Lumen Pulse’ smart ambient lighting system that syncs with your circadian rhythm, mood data from wearables, and voice input. The lights of the system operate in color-changing mode. The system creates an experience which simulates the space exhaling its air through every breath which you take.” Ethan leans in, already focused. "So it’s more wellness than home décor?"

My hands hovered over the amber tincture, the silk, the small salves - all of it foreign, terrifying, and yet a strange comfort. I sat. For a long moment, I simply breathed. The collar tugged faintly when I lowered my head, the tag tapping my throat with each inhale. I lifted the smallest jar from the box - a thin, pearly salve that smelled faintly of mint and crushed leaves. The Luna had said nothing about its purpose, but my skin knew its touch instantly: cooling, numbing, merciful. I slipped out of the robe and folded it carefully across the bed. My fingers trembled as they trailed down the faint bruises and welts that had not fully faded despite the healer’s earlier work. I dipped two fi

His ego twitched. Selena wasn’t looking at his face. She was squinting… down at the lanyard hanging loosely from his neck. At his ID. “You’re an intern at Vermilion?” she deadpanned, tilting her head. Yin blinked. His lips pooched into a practiced smirk, smug and glistening like it had its own PR team. “I knew you knew me—” “Meh.”

★𝕽𝖎𝖝 Stepping onto the crystalline floor of the City of Glass was an exercise in absolute control. The entire environment was built on a geometry so flawless, so precise, that my own Ice-Discipline, which I prided myself on, felt rudimentary and rough by comparison. The Luminar communicated with geometric probes beams of pure, focused light that mapped every element, every memory, and every thought for imperfections. They were not hostile, they were simply seeking absolute data.

Not symbolically. Truly. A gentle, warm crimson light shimmered from each petal, growing stronger with every passing second. It looked like starlight filtered through rose quartz, soft and dreamlike. I gasped. “It’s... glowing.” Lucian’s gaze never left my face. “They’re called Moonborne blooms. They glow naturally, but only after the last light of day disappears.” “They’re beautiful.” “So are you,” he said before he could stop himself. He turned away quickly, like the words had slipped out without his permission. I said nothing. Just smiled.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

To contemplate what it all means. “Lunamin is three moons,” he says roughly. “And I’m not fucking carrying your ass home.” Savage. Feral. The bellowed, inhuman growl vibrates through every cell, as the plume of clove and magic linger in my nose. It’s apple and spice, though nothing about him could be defined as nice.