Luxanna Crownguard Arcane Novels & Stories

Just as they were about to leave the magical artifacts shop, Lily spotted the crown in a display case. "Alpha Alex, look! A princess crown!" She pressed her small hands against the glass, leaving smudges. The delicate crown sat on a velvet cushion behind enchanted glass, its white gold and diamonds catching the light. Ancient runes of power traced its edges, promising enhanced magic to its wearer. "Ten million dollars," Alexander read the price tag, his voice tight. The amount was more than the pack's entire monthly income. "No, Lily. The wand was already too expensive."

A full day after my father collapsed, Lyla paraded through the citadel's corridors. "Kristina, don't I look beautiful?" She wore a deep red gown studded with pearls—the mark of a Redfang Luna. The crown on her head glittered in the sun. It was my mother's. "You're wearing my mother's crown." "It's mine now." She touched the ruby on the crown. "Lukas said that as the new Luna of the Silvermoon Citadel, I should wear the proper accessories."

Her new attire was built like armor meant for an Empress who didn’t need protecting: A fitted black and silver tunic with gold-lined seams. A high collar flaring into crescent-shaped pauldrons. Armored bracers carved with Lux and shadow sigils. A flowing back cape woven from Solaris gold thread and Lunaris silver thread. A belt engraved with ancient Noctis runes. Dark boots lined with quiet lunar metal that absorbed sound. Regal. lethal. impossibly beautiful. Alessia touched the collar lightly. “This will do.” Ianthe whistled. “It does more than ‘do.’ You look like a walking threat.”

Calla leaned back against him, her eyes reflecting the glowing city lights below. "I’m the Luna of the most powerful pack on the planet, Petric. I trade in nations while my brother-in-law Naib Juara trades in shadows and penance. I didn't lose a crown, I just traded a fake one for a real one." The Fallen Crown, The Royal Palace Back in the ancestral Palace, the silence was deafening.

Aria nods silently, but I can hear her heart racing, the fear she radiates saturating the air inside the car. As I approach the cabin, I notice the magical defenses Alexander set up are active. He’s a skilled soldier; he knew every security measure of the house. Outside, I spot two lycans armed and firing at the cabin, while another lycan, fully transformed, is already inside. The enchantresses are casting a spell, trying to break the cabin’s magical defenses.

He opened it, revealing a necklace made of pure silver, shaped like a lightning bolt, but set with a stone that looked like a piece of the night sky captured in crystal. "From Stormwind," Rydar said, looking at Lucien and Aurelia. "This is the Heart of the Storm. It is a sacred relic of my people. It protects against dark magic and bad weather." He placed the necklace carefully in the crib, right beside Lunara’s hand. "May you always have the strength of the storm behind you, Princess Lunara. And know that to the North, you have a second home. You have an Uncle who will always answer your call."

Aameris spoke almost in a whisper, but everyone in the room heard him. The three couples kissed, then turned to look at the crowd. Lindaat started to glow, and a crown appeared on her head. Twisted silver and bronze metals looking like a tree being held by silver roots. Around the crown, small diamonds rose, looking almost like trees. When she turned to look at Teleraamon, he had a circlet of the same silver and bronze on his head. Ailive gasped when a crown appeared on her head, with a solid silver band with sapphires around the edges that looked almost like tears. Dakkaath had a circlet of silver with a hint of bronze in it. Xylia smiled brightly at the two, then felt something on her head

Varen rolls his eyes. “We move things,” Luxe explains. “Information. Money. Cargo. Things others don’t want found or erased.” “Like people,” I say almost immediately and Varen grins wickedly. “You learn quick.” “So…Jack sparrow kind of pirate,” I look to Varen. “Without the stupid hat, of course.” Milo groans, and Varen winks at me. I squint my eyes at him while Luxe pulls something out of his pocket. It’s a dark coin with the imprint of an octopus on it. He holds it between his fingers.

Never seen it twisted into a symbol of possession rather than authority. The collar around her throat was exquisite. He could see that even from where he stood in the shadows, even through the red haze of rage that clouded his vision. Three bands of braided gold, wide as his thumb, fitted perfectly to her slender neck. Intricate scrollwork decorated the metal, ancient symbols that his education recognized as Old Realm script—the language of their ancestors, before the kingdom was unified, before the Dravenharts claimed the throne. He could just make out the words etched into the gold: *Property. Bound. Claimed.*