Lunar Chronicles Cress Novels & Stories

I did not realize that I was tearing up. Lachlan flicks his hands at the two girls standing beside him and they disappear in a swish of air to the rooms on the balcony. Now there are only the two of us in the room. What will he do? Is he going to kill me? He has moved next to me in a flash and walks around me.“Now you are talking Natasha. I do want both the things that you have offered to me just now. I want you to offer yourself up to me completely and I want the knowledge you have of the silver crest pack and all the werewolves there. Armed with that we can certainly plan to make our army stronger. My men are growing restless and the Silver Crescent pack will make for an excellent feast. B

“There’s something I need you to find for me.” Tamar’s breathing stuttered. “A pendant. One with Lunar energy. The one you and your brethren used to drain the goddess. I have use for it. You will find it and bring it to me.” “Why would we ever—” “Because if you don’t,” she purred, turning her glowing eyes to Tamar, “he dies.” The crescent mark on her wrist pulsed with light. “You have until the next full moon. Contact me when you have it. If you don’t then you’ll have one less Horax in your ranks.”

CHAPTER TWO. Nova’s POV Cassian had taken me in while his men worked on my car. Kept me in a room that I haven’t had the privilege of exploring. I had assignments to do. Things to take pictures of. Documentary to film. That was what brought me to the dessert. I held my camera tightly with my elbow and stepped out. The Crawl moon clubhouse doesn’t look like much from the road.

Luna affirmed, "Yes, the events of tonight will be recorded in the Book of Luna. Selene's passing and my induction into the group of elders will become part of the sacred chronicle." With the moonlight casting a soft glow through the leaves, Luna and Alpha Burst succumbed to the embrace of sleep. As they rested, the enchanted forest whispered secrets to the moon, sharing tales of cosmic ties and the ever-evolving legacy of Luna. Tomorrow would indeed bring new challenges and revelations, but for now, they sought solace in the embrace of the night, finding strength in each other's presence.

A beautifully decorated wooden archway stood at the center of the grove, draped with intricate vines and delicate blossoms. As the guests took their places, Kaerlia, the strikingly beautiful Supreme Luna Queen, appeared, walking gracefully towards the arch. She wore a stunning gown, the color of midnight blue with intricate silver embroidery, and her hair was adorned with delicate white roses. Her presence exuded grace and power, capturing the hearts of those who beheld her. As she walked, the dress seemed to whisper tales of celestial realms and mystic dreams. It was a dress worthy of a Supreme Luna Queen, marking the beginning of a new era for Crescent Hills.

Crescent howled softly, her silvery fur shimmering, the sunlight reflecting in her amber eyes, the grove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared promise. Alya walked away from the grove, her steps sure, the journal tucked under her arm, Crescent at her side, the sunlight filtering through the canopy, the air filled with the scent of pine, wildflowers, and the faint whisper of magic, the grove a sacred space of memory, the Dawn Pack’s legacy a radiant flame in the forest’s heart. The horizon beckoned, a new story waiting to be written, the Lunar Legacy a tale that would echo through the ages, its embers sparking the possibility of another journey, a new pack, and a new dawn.

Noah, the Obsidian Pack Alpha, smiled brightly at me as he took my hand and led me towards another table. My wolf instantly became restless and started pacing back and forth. 'Myra, what's wrong?" I murmured, but she doesn't reply. This wasn't like Myra at all. "Lucas". Noah smiled as he did a weird handshake with a man in his late fifties. "Lucas meet Celine, the lady of the occasion and the future Luna of the Moon Crest Pack." He mumbled, as Lucas instantly took my hands in his and placed a kiss on my palms.

“This is crazy, Kira. You are discussing fairy tales and folklore. Luna? What on earth is meant by that? Kira didn't recoil. Before I could respond, she grabbed my wrist and roughly pulled my sleeve up, revealing the mark. I attempted to move away, but she resisted with a hard, resolute grip. Now that I could see it, the mark appeared to be pulsing with its own life. A dark, whirling crescent with jagged edges that felt like they were burning into my flesh. My heart started racing in ways I couldn't comprehend since the ragged pattern was exactly the same as the one on her phone. I stared at the symbol, feeling as though the blood was dripping from my face.

"Remember to take the potion an hour before the ceremony. It will completely change your wolf's signature." I nodded, clutching the small vial in my hand. On the eve of the ceremony, I stood before a full-length mirror. Wearing the white gown made of moon-thread, I looked like the perfect Luna. Elegant, noble, full of hope. But only I knew that this was the last time the woman named Cressida would appear in any mirror. Tomorrow, she would fall into the sea and disappear forever. And this sham of a Mating Ceremony would finally be over.