Luxanna Crownguard Arcane Novels & Stories

He gestured to a pair of mannequins at the center of the room, each adorned with intricate suits of armor. Lyra’s armor was a masterpiece, a combination of sleek silver and deep blue. The breastplate was etched with subtle wolf motifs, a nod to her Lycan heritage, and accented with shimmering gemstones that glowed faintly with protective enchantments. The design allowed for flexibility, ensuring that she could move with the grace and speed her wolf demanded.

“Aside from my assistant, you're the only person I know that engages me and takes back. If I'm going to be taking a Luna, however temporary, I need someone who's smart and can contribute to my home… even if it means going against me sometimes.” My throat went dry at his speech as it eradicated any negative thoughts that night be residing at the back of my mind. “So…do we have a deal?” He asked again, his eyes sharp. This time, I didn't hesitate to answer. “Yes. Yes, I will be your Luna.” A few seconds had barely passed after I agreed when the door opened and a tall, lanky man with shrewd eyes and shaggy hair confidently strolled in, stopping short when he spotted me and the Lycan King.

Anna saw that every single thing at people attending to it and with the amount of maids and guards she'd seen, she can efficiently say that there were about a total of 150 members inside Khoas, the palace of Lycan Lord Xandros. She stepped in deeper, closing the door behind her. Clean, she ran her fingers over the place. Beautiful, she opened one of the boxes and was shocked to see arrangements of golds. Her eyes widened, Xandros kept gold in here and nobody bothered to take them? She looked around the place. Were there CCTVs or something that could indicate who stole the golds? No, nothing like that.

“He says a High Arcanist should carry a weapon that reflects her station. It’s an Earth-Attuned blade, forged with mountain gold and blessed by the pack’s elders.” I didn't reach for the hilt. I didn't even stand up. I just stared at the gaudy thing with boredom. “Reflects my station?” I repeated, my voice smooth and cold. “Does Jaxon think my station is ‘Decorative Statue’? Or perhaps ‘Expensive Paperweight’? Because that is the only thing this trinket is good for.” “It’s a functional weapon, Lumira!” Caleb insisted, his face flushing a deep, embarrassed red. “The gold is alloyed with mana-conductive steel. It’s supposed to be an heirloom!”

“You are the rightful queen of the Lycan Kingdom. Your journey begins now, Queen Allissa. May your howl be fierce and your heart remain true.” As she spoke, I felt a weight settle on my brow. I reached up, my fingers brushing against something cool and smooth. I lifted it off my head to look at it. It was a crown of glowing moon rock that seemed to pulse with a gentle energy. It sparkled in the moonlight, but I couldn’t appreciate it. Not after Fury’s speech. I placed the crown back on my head and looked at Fury. “We will meet again.” “Wait!” I called out, a dozen questions forming on my lips. But Fury was already fading, her form becoming translucent, then gossamer-thin.

His laughter reverberated like a drumbeat of doom, shaking leaves from the trees, shaking courage from the hearts of every wolf who heard it. “My heir awakens,” the beast declared, his muzzle cracking into something that resembled a smile. “The crown of blood finds its rightful throne.” Serena’s body jerked upright. Her eyes snapped open—violet and crimson burning in unison, twin stars of ruin. From her brow erupted jagged crimson light, the fragments fusing into a crown that pulsed as if alive, veins of black shadow coursing through its blood-red glow. Lucian’s chest heaved. “Serena!” he roared, fighting forward one agonized step at a time. “Fight him—fight it!”

Amara said. Nicolas haven't thought about this before. But now that she bought it up, he knew that she should do something by herself. He was more than ok with providing for her. He has been providing for lots of pack members as well but her thing was different. The pack members he has been providing for are too small. They can't work on their own and he doesn't want to put pressure on their parents. Plus, he has been only earning since now. He really doesn't have anywhere else to spend them.

From the shadows of the Spire's arched doorway, Varkas emerged. The Elder walked onto the balcony, his pristine white mantle trailing behind him, flanked by a dozen Refined Enforcers in their iridescent suits. Varkas carried a cushion of woven hard-light silk. Resting on the cushion was the Crown of the Iron Barrens—a delicate, breathtaking circlet forged from pure kinetic silver and inlaid with glowing pink hard-light crystals. Varkas stopped beside Jack. He looked out over the sea of kneeling, pacified men, his steel eyes gleaming with absolute, total victory.

Carved from pure white stone. Moonlight—despite the prison being deep underground—poured down from above, illuminating its surface. At its center rested a single object. A crown. It wasn't made of gold. Or silver. It appeared to be woven entirely from strands of living moonlight. The moment Nova saw it... The mark on her wrist flared brilliantly. The crescent pendant crafted by Lysandra glowed. The Guardian crystal around her neck answered. Every piece of ancient magic in the chamber awakened at once.