Lunar Chronicles Cress Novels & Stories

Zackrie hurried to the iron cage with a grim expression. He took off his black cloak and quickly wrapped me up tightly. When Leonard saw members of Silvermoon Pack, his face paled instantly as he was clearly panicked. He turned his head fiercely and glared at me, roaring, "How dare you betray me? You contacted them secretly?"

And when she betrays him? She will breach their defenses from the inside out. The wolves will be defeated by their cherished Luna. The room was filled with a ripple of gloomy laughter. A quiet voice questioned, "And when her usefulness ends?" The leader cocked her head. Then she becomes a part of the earth. similar to her mother. Their faces were covered in hideous shadows as the flame flashed vivid blue. They had not yet begun to celebrate their victory. They were near, though. So near. Returning to Rebecca

“Keeping the Crown's location safe.” Tamara stood up, the journal falling from her numb fingers. “I need some air.” She took a dive to the window, yanking it open. The night air hit her face, cold and sharp. The moon hung up high, and the crack was bigger. As she watched, something moved. Something huge. “He's coming,” she whispered. “Not yet,” Rosa said. “The crack isn't big enough. You have about a week.” “A week until what?” “Until the Moon King returns to claim his daughter.” Rosa's voice was gentle but firm. “And you'll have to choose—save the world that feared you, or join your father who wants to rule it.”

Chris' PoV After the meeting in our company was done, I went to my office to carry out some paperwork which took longer than expected, by the time I have completed them and checked them off, everyone was already gone except for me and my secretary (Lyla) who helped me out to finish the day off before making our way outside. Lyla was one of my trusted worker and ally, despite how the company was full of human employees, Lyla is actually not a human but instead a witch and therefore she knows of my identity, she was also the one who looked after me when I was in pain due to my ex-mate, she also taught me about medicine and potions so I was able to make them which can help wolves at critical mo

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?”

It sits on your chest until breathing becomes a decision instead of a reflex. I stood at the center of the Cross pack's ceremonial circle, wrapped in white I hadn't chosen, my hair braided the exact way Damien's mother believed a Luna's hair ought to be braided. Even my hands were folded the correct way, the dutiful way, because tonight had never truly belonged to me. It belonged to the pack, to tradition, to Lady Corinne's idea of what I was supposed to become.

⸻ Before leaving, Riven took Elara to the old records chamber. She looked around. “Why are we here?” “Because you need to see something.” He removed a book from a shelf. Unlike the others, this one was not protected. It was worn. Used. Almost forgotten. “What is it?” “Records from before the Moonfall attack.” Elara opened it carefully. The pages were filled with names. Families. Bloodlines. Promises. Then she saw it. A symbol. Two crescent moons. Not one. Two. “What is this?”

"Daydreaming of your groans on the beach, counting the seconds until the sun sets, and scheming to cancel your entire tracking run with the Elder Luna Queen." Jone lets out a sharp bark of male laughter. "The markers align, save for the final one. You granted my wolf access to the unlimited pack resources treasury, and I fully intend to verify if the vault has a bottom." "Spend it all, Jone. My warriors will be waiting in the royal den. Stripped. Ready." The sudden, heavy thumping of rotor blades cuts through the air, shaking the stone walls of the citadel. "The Moonfang Chronicle scribes have returned," Jone grunts, walking toward the high stone archway to draw the heavy leather drapes. "Th

beyond the moon. The Lunar Cult’s hidden rebellion hadn't been extinguished, it had merely gone underground. ‘Mother,’ Lucian’s voice whispered in my mind, his tiny hand reaching out to grab the air, ‘the water is rising, the Moon-Priests are calling the Kraken of the Abyss.’ I looked toward the Great Sea that bordered the Zenith City, the horizon was no longer purple, it was turning a bruised, oily black, the Lunar Cult, realizing they could no longer control the land, were reaching for the depths.

Cassian studied her carefully. “You carry the marks of the Moon Scribes.” Mira smiled faintly. “You recognize them.” Cassian nodded. “They were thought to be extinct.” “Most are,” Mira said. Luna frowned. “What exactly is a Moon Scribe?” Mira looked directly at her. “Someone who can read the true language of the moons.” Everyone fell silent. Then Mira spoke again. “And the moons have been screaming your name.” The wind picked up across the wasteland. The whispers grew louder.