Lunar Chronicles Cress Novels & Stories

Mooncrest Pack had never looked more beautiful. Green banners embroidered with the silver crescent crest swayed gently from rooftops and stone pillars, dancing with the evening breeze. Lanterns lined every pathway leading to the ceremonial grounds, their warm glow blending with the silver light pouring from the full moon overhead. Laughter drifted through the pack as pack members gathered in their finest clothing, eager to witness a ceremony many believed would mark the beginning of a new era. Inside the Luna quarters, Aria stood before a polished mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at her.

“You’re cursed.” Those are the only words Roselyn has ever known. Born without a wolf, she has spent nineteen years as Oakridge’s most hated outcast. Everything changes when Lycan Crown Prince Noah arrives… and the legendary Great Wolf inside him trembles at the sight of her. “I’ve been looking for you,” he whispers. Before Roselyn can understand why, masked hunters set her home ablaze. Forced to flee with an ancient crescent pendant, she uncovers a truth buried for nineteen years. She isn’t cursed. She is the last surviving heir of the fallen Moon Kingdom—a kingdom erased from history—and her awakening could either restore the ancient covenant… or plunge both kingdoms into war. Hunted by en

There's no time for surrender - not when I have plans to make, a future to secure beyond these walls. My hands shake as I retrieve my worn leather knapsack and begin packing my few possessions. Changes of clothing, toiletries, the compass that once belonged to my father - I select only what is utilitarian or holds sentimental value. When I unzip the inner pocket of my bag, my fingers brush cool metal - the necklace Elijah gifted me on my first moon ceremony with the pack. My breath catches as I lift the delicate silver crescent moon pendant, memories threatening to overwhelm me.

I sigh when they already disappear and I walk towards the mansion. I cursed when I saw the falls that it is getting livelier. This is one of the signs that the Luna is alive. I poured acid to kill the plants. “West?” I froze when I heard Cresia. “Yes?” I ask her calmly. She looks at my hand and saw the gallon of acid. “What are you doing? Did you reviving this fall?” I nodded and smiled. “It will look better if it has good flowers. I already told you that I would revive this, right?” She nodded her head.

Each arch shimmered with a different color. Blue, rippling like a river. Red, flickering like flame. Green, alive with curling vines and the smell of fresh soil. White, moving with invisible currents of air that made Luna’s skin prickle. At the center, where the Moonlight struck, lay a simple stone disc, etched with the crescent that had once burned itself into her skin. Luna’s breath caught. Her heart hammered. No one else stood with her. No Orion. No pack. No ancestors, visible at least.

Power thrummed through her veins, unfamiliar yet ancient, like a song she half remembered. “Lunaris,” she whispered. “What have you done to me?” No answer came, only the sound of her heartbeat and the faint crackle of dying flames. Outside, thunder rumbled though the skies were clear. The moon, visible through the balcony doors, flickered once like a candle in the wind. Sienna clutched her wrist as pain lanced through her again. The crescent flared brighter , silver bleeding into the air, forming threads that twisted like smoke before fading.

When Ariel felt her spell compromised, she turned to Zoe and Ryder, who she was standing with near the pack house. "They're here." ______________ Cressida hated walking at normal speed, but she didn't have a choice. There were too many soldiers for her to cast a spell. It took them two days to finally reached the edge of the Dark Moon Guardians' pack lands. She felt the spell covering the area. Cressida laughed as the spell placed by the pure witch was of no use against black magic.

The scenario turned awkward, and the tension built just watching it unfold. “Did I ask something wrong?” “No,” he answered. “I lead them like an alpha, but I'm not an alpha. In the early days when the curse began in families, some had crescent moons as their mark. The alphas get a full moon. That hasn't happened in over ten generations.” “But wolves still need a leader,” Orion chipped in. “That's why Mr Franklin, being the one with more experience, is doing that for us.” “Are we done lecturing the newbie so we can get back to business at hand?” Cameron spoke impatiently.

Luna’s breath caught as a scene materialized before her eyes. A young girl, no older than five, sprinting through a field of silver grass. Silver grass. The realm of the Moon Goddess. Soft laughter. A warm hand clasping hers. A woman with long white hair and eyes that sparkled like starlight. Luna’s stomach plummeted. She recognized that woman. She had encountered her in dreams. She had called upon her in fear and desperation. But this memory was not a dream. It was real. The woman knelt before little Luna and pressed a crescent-shaped mark onto her tiny wrist.