Lunar Chronicles Cress Novels & Stories

Zevara's POV The columbarium was so silent. No one was in sight because the Alpha had asked that the place was kept reserved for our visitation. And now, with flowers in Talon and Alpha Magnus' hands, we stood in front of the niche that belonged to the late Luna. A stunning picture of her sitting on her throne chair, looking all powerful like she was still breathing. A small plate name that screamed her name, “Luna Cassandra Creed of the Moon Eclipse Pack. Year 1975-2000.”

"When is Riven coming back?" Karissa looked at him, confused. "Riven?" Kyle gave a single nod. “Yes. He was meant to return with you, wasn’t he?” Her practiced smile faltered for a second. “Oh? He didn’t tell you?” Kyle frowned slightly, but his voice clearly held a warning. “Don’t answer my question with another!” Karissa cleared her throat and moved gracefully to one of the ordinary chairs, smoothing her cloak as she sat. "He took a detour,” she said lightly. “Told me to go ahead while he scouted near the eastern ridge. He said something about unusual movements in enemy territory. He wanted to check it out on his own.”

"Show mercy to those without power but protect the civilians and restore order. Silverfang must become fully functional within four moons and any additional resources required will be supplied by BloodFall." Zita finished writing. "Done, Alpha." Draven nodded. "Seal it." Before she could move—A knock sounded on the study door. Phil frowned. "Enter." A guard stepped inside. He bowed deeply. "A messenger from Crestmoon Pack delivered this." The guard handed over a sealed scroll. Phil accepted it first but the moment he saw the Crestmoon seal, his eyebrows lifted slightly. Without speaking, he handed it to Draven. Draven accepted the letter, broke the seal and began reading.

“They’re just children.” “They are heirs,” he replied, “of the moon… And the world has never been kind to such things.” The moon rose high and full that night, its light spilling silver across the estate. The Crescent mark on my wrist pulsed faintly, responding to something unseen. From the twins’ room, Lucian stirred. Then he whispered — soft, clear, and terrifyingly calm: “They’re closer now.” I rose to my feet, heart pounding, as the wards flared bright enough to light the entire property.

Elena's fingers never paused in their typing as she simultaneously managed three other operations. "Ms. Cross," Lily entered with coffee and concern, "you've been here since yesterday. Even wolves need sleep." "Sleep is for those without deadlines," Elena replied, though she accepted the coffee gratefully. "The Silvermoon presentation is in three days. Everything must be perfect before then." "You're exhausting us," Zara complained. "What good is returning if we collapse upon arrival?" Elena ignored her wolf, pulling up another screen showing Silvermoon's deteriorating finances. Their debt had increased another two hundred thousand in the past week alone. Medical emergency…one of their warri

Silence. No one spoke. Then Astra whispered the question we all feared. "Who?" Solarius looked only at me. "The Moon Queen." My heart stopped. "No..." "The Crown of Luna was never merely a blessing." "It was preparation." "The one destined to sit upon the Celestial Throne must contain both Moonlight..." "...and the Void." Wesley immediately stepped in front of me. "No." "She won't do it." "There has to be another way." For the first time in thousands of years...

Her voice echoed oddly, splitting into two tones—hers and something lower, almost answering. She moved forward. The floor beneath their boots was a mosaic of glass and metal, depicting a lunar shape cradling a sun. Where she stepped, light bloomed underfoot and faded again behind her. The walls curved inward at the top, creating the impression of being inside a colossal sphere. At its center hovered a column of light rising from a pool of dark water. Zevran approached the pool’s edge. The surface reflected nothing. “What is it?” “The Cradle,” she said. “The Moon’s resting core. It holds what was left behind when the god fell.”

She tries to look intimidating but all she is looking like a broken radio to me. "Then go ahead and do whatever you want. I also want to know what type of capabilities you have." I remark and without waiting for any reply I walk away from there. The day goes by me helping in the kitchen and then playing with the pups. Although I haven't seen Arthur much but I am not feeling bad about it. Because he has his duties to perform as the Alpha of this pack and I have my own as the Luna. The day I agreed to accept the second chance given by the Moon Goddess, I have agreed to be the best Luna for this pack.

I mumbled. He turned around and looked at her legs, touching them. Xavier did his best to control himself. "She was bit by a forsaken," Lucas announces, pointing to a mark on her thigh. I look at it and it was indeed a forsaken bite. Their bites are extremely venomous and can kill even adult wolves in a matter of minutes, even alphas. You can tell the difference between the bites in human form because the skin started to decay. My heart drops. Forsaken wounds were impossible to cure, even if you were an alpha or alpha heir. Only the Moon Goddess herself could save you if you had been bitten or scratched deep enough. "She probably won't last any longer than a few hours. Who is she?"

Then the first thing he would get around doing was to have a very long shower, eat some good food then give his cousin Ethan a few punches in the face for landing them all into this mess. Bastard. THREE WEEKS AGO Decker stood at the edge of the clearing, his piercing blue eyes scanning the area as the evening sun bathed the forest in a warm, golden glow. He could feel the soft breeze rustling through his short-cropped brown hair, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. The Storm Pack Werewolves' territory was a vast expanse of dense woodlands, with ancient trees towering high above the forest floor, their branches intertwining to create a canopy that filtered the sunlight.