Luxanna Crownguard Arcane Novels & Stories

Azalea’s pov “I have had nightmares too, not once but twice,” Lucy said and I could see very clearly that Lucy was lying, this was her chance to finally put me in more trouble. “What do you mean nightmares? I am asking why I am being accused of using black magic when I don’t even have access to my inner wolf,” I said to them, making Isabelle angry. I knew she wasn’t expecting that it wouldn’t work out. “You still don’t have access to your inner wolf?” Kade asked for the first since I joined the table, or should I say for the first time since I was thrown out of their palace.

Utilising the crown’s discernment, they would navigate the defences, evade traps, and confront the leaders directly, compelling them to act and reveal themselves. Kael and Liora would flank her. Kael’s proficiency with steel ensured that no intruder could approach unchallenged, while Liora’s magical abilities unraveled wards, disarmed traps, and provided protection against concealed enchantments. Guided by the crown, Aera would move with foresight, anticipating ambushes and countering deception through strategy and insight.

He took the weight of my robe without flinching, guiding me the last few steps. The press of his palm against mine steadied the quiver in my bones. "You look absolutely breathtaking, my queen," he whispered. I tilted my head, lips curving despite the storm around us. "You're not so bad yourself, my king," I teased back. The herald's voice rang out, interrupting the moment. "By decree of the Lycan Council and the will of the united realms, we gather to witness the coronation of Narine, Luna of the Khragnir Court, sovereign queen and guardian of the pact." A low murmur rippled through the assembly, then silence fell again.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Her smile, laced with blood, looked haunting. A Haunt swept in, scattering the cash and gold bars from the car. Sparks flew, and the flames roared to life with a loud whoosh. I pulled a gold bar from my pocket. "Hear me, infant spirits, it's time for our final showdown!" The winds howled as I watched my mom wail in despair. Her tears were for her wealth, not a shred of worry for me. I spun around and plunged into the swirling darkness without a second thought.

It didn’t welcome us. Until I touched the final gate. Then it opened like a blooming flower of stone. Inside, the Sanctum was… breathtaking. An underground temple carved from crystal and moonstone. Columns shaped like wolves. Pools of starlight that shimmered with forgotten magic. At its center—a throne. Empty. But waiting. I stepped closer. Runes lit up across the floor, following my steps. The Luna Crown hovered above the throne—silver flame, not metal, spun in delicate loops. As I approached, it pulsed like it recognized me.

The intricate embroidery of silver threads shimmered like stars against the fabric, and a delicate crown of white flowers rested atop her flowing waves of hair. Luca stood across from her, looking as regal as ever in a tailored black suit adorned with the emblem of the Silverclaw pack. His eyes, the deepest shade of blue, never left her, as if he were afraid she might vanish if he so much as blinked. The elders of the pack gathered around them, their voices weaving the ancient blessings that had been spoken for centuries. Damien, standing as Luca’s second, smirked. "Never thought I’d see the day the great Luca Thorne was brought to his knees by a woman," he murmured under his breath.

“I am not the omega you used to kick around. I am the head of House Ashford. Touch me again, and I’ll invoke the Right of Challenge.” The boutique staff was frozen. Regina pulled her hand back, her face flushed with fury. “You’ll regret this.” I ignored them, turning to the clerk. “I believe the Silvermoon pendant is ready for me. I called ahead.” The clerk handed over the orange-lined box with trembling hands. I felt the victory in my chest, but Selene wasn't done. “I want that relic,” Regina Crowne announced, slamming her black Council card onto the counter. “Double the price. Whatever she’s paying, the Crowne treasury will triple it.”

"Your energy is still present, but the person lighting prayer candles for you hasn't shown up." Landon had owned many items back then, some of which belonged not to him but to the Dracotigris Order. Each one could cause disaster in the wrong hands. The crow had recovered three items and dealt with those people. It had also turned the manipulated souls over to the Phantom Patrol. Only this one had slipped through the cracks. The crow never expected an ordinary girl like Luna to nearly become a Malathran. If she had transformed into one, the arcane seeker pulling strings from behind would have gained tremendous power, and the city's fortune would have suffered.