Lunar Chronicles Cress Novels & Stories

one of the elders murmured. She immediately dropped into a respectful curtsy. “My name is Lily.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “It’s an honor to serve Moonridge Pack.” Then she turned to me, and her eyes met mine for the first time. There was something unreadable in them. It disappeared so quickly I wondered if I’d imagined it. She bowed even lower. “Luna, I know this must be difficult for you. I never wanted to cause you pain, I only wish to fulfill my duty.”

She charged at them as they struggled to get on their feet. The man seemed ready to fight back but he shrunk after seeing my face. "She's the Luna of Crescent Moon!" he screamed, picked up his shirt with the lady grabbing her cloak and they both disappeared into the woods. "How can they wear same dress and cloak? Which kind of coincidence is that?" I asked myself, confused of what just happened. "This is not any coincidence. That lady is Cassie!" Vera said, her voice stern and her eyes fixed on the direction taken by the duo.

Ceres (whispering): “…I don’t want to lead an army. I just want to live.” Maera: “And that’s exactly why they’ll follow you.” The Kiss Under Moonfire High cliff, overlooking the moonlit valley. Moonfire reflects off the snowy peaks, casting pale blue light over the village rooftops. Ceres stands wrapped in a fur-lined cloak, arms crossed, watching the sky. Xavier (approaching quietly): “You always come up here when your heart’s heavy.” Ceres (not turning): “The air makes it easier to breathe. And to think.” Xavier:

TERM: Four years from signing date** DUTIES: Standard Luna responsibilities, household management, social representation, heir production** COMPENSATION: Room, board, clothing, jewelry, monthly allowance** TERMINATION: Contract void upon completion of term or mutual agreement of all parties** It sounded almost reasonable. Too reasonable. "This seems fair," I said suspiciously. "It is fair," Soren assured me. "We're not monsters, Kiera. We want you to be happy here." I flipped through more pages. Some sections were printed in bold black ink, clear and easy to read. But other parts seemed faded, harder to make out. "What's with the different printing?" I asked.

"There are two goddesses of the moon, Altamira and Lunar. Lunar is the head of the moon, and she birthed the Lunar Crest." "That's how we got the name?" "Yes," Adrian answered. "Crest, I don't know about that one." Phoebe stood up and walked towards them. "Maybe it's her nickname or something." "It's not possible." Trevor said. "I will have to ask my grandfather about it." Tristan smiled at Luna. "My grandfather seems to know a lot about Lunar Crest." "I don't know what you both are doing in our ride. You belong to another pack, Cruter Toon."

Then, the three returned to Fleming Manor. Upon arrival, Adeptus Cirrus took some pills out and gave them to Luna. “Ms. Crestfall, these are some pills I refined recently. Although you’ve already recovered, it’s always good to be prepared.” Luna did not decline the gift from the legendary doctor. “Thank you, Adeptus Cirrus.” She put away the pills and expressed her gratitude as well as apologized for the previous incidents, then left Fleming Manor. When she returned to the underground secret chamber in Dream’s Waterfront, she called Marcellus over.

I pull Isaac toward me, holding him against my leg as Maddox steps in front of us, shielding us with his body. “Who are you?” he booms. I glance out into the foyer and see that it is… empty. Fear blossoms in my chest, but I don’t have a chance to consider what's happening before the stranger speaks, her lifted voice filling the room. “My name is Cressendra, the Luna Queen of Eastonia,” she booms, then takes a ragged breath. “I seek aid for our–our kingdom–against–” She meets my eyes and takes a stumbling step backward. That’s when I see it. Blood. Blood seeping through the homespun, dark brown dress she’s wearing beneath her cloak.

Two maids entered with trays of oils, makeup, and shoes. “We’ll help you get ready, Luna.” “I didn’t even get to rest,” Lydia mumbled. The maids chuckled. “Alpha Knox is already downstairs.” She sighed again and let them work. When she finally stepped down the winding staircase into the hall, the ceremony was already underway. Eyes turned toward her. Murmurs followed her like shadows. But then—there he was. Knox. Waiting in front of the Lycan ceremonial basin. He reached for her hand. They stood together under the hanging moonflower vines as the officiator chanted ancient words. They each dropped a few drops of blood into the silver bowl of water, drank from it, and then sealed it with a kis

And each day, Lune grew more comfortable in her role as Luna, feeling the depth of respect and love that Arlo’s pack had come to show her. Lune resumed her studies, feeling stronger and more determined than ever. She had learned to navigate the curious stares and whispers, but now, those whispers had turned to admiration. People in her school and the community spoke of her resilience, the trials she had endured, and the dignity with which she had emerged from them. Even humans, though they had no idea of the supernatural world she was a part of, seemed to respect her newfound confidence and self-assurance.