Luxanna Crownguard Arcane Novels & Stories

But right now wasn’t about lust. It was about legacy. About love. About everything we’d survived. The Council Head emerged, an elder wolf with hair like spun silver and robes the color of fire and night. In his hands, he carried a velvet cushion, and on it—the crown. Red rubies glinted beneath the fading light, their edges shaped like flames, surrounding a moonstone centerpiece that shimmered like Raven’s eyes. The Luna Queen’s Crown. The elder stopped before us, solemn and proud, his voice ringing through the entire room.

"But I want payment upfront for the weapons shipment. Half now. Half when the campaign launches." Damien looked at Bryce who nodded. The money was available. Damien had been draining the Crescent Moon treasury for weeks to fund this war. By the time it was over the pack would be financially gutted whether they won or lost. Another gift for me. "Shadow Ridge is in" Voss said. "But I want something else besides territory." Damien frowned. "What?" "When we breach the Lycan Kingdom I want first access to their weapons vault. Whatever is inside belongs to me."

For once, I did not try to make myself appear smaller. Greta adjusted the fabric over my shoulder and smiled at my reflection. “You look like a Luna.” “I am a Luna.” Her smile widened. “Exactly.” On the vanity rested the ceremonial crown. It was not delicate. Ironclaw did not create delicate things. The crown was made of dark silver, shaped like two wolves facing each other beneath a crescent moon. Small black stones had been set into the metal, catching the morning light. I lifted it carefully. My hands trembled.

I held onto his hand as we went outside to the place I'd noway been to, the place I noway asked Kenny about. I knew it was since this is where Kenny goes when he' goes to work' but I noway asked about it and he noway told me anything about it. Until this morning when he told me that he'd only let me see the croaker that works then for the baby, and no other croaker . When we had this discussion he explained that this is where the cabal operated from and where they all had their services and where the croaker also worked. From that I gathered this place was also full of medicines and munitions and numerous other effects I presumably did not want to know about. This was also the place Amy told

At least I would always have Peter in my corner. ‘’I spoke with Lia, you will take over as her bodyguard tomorrow morning but first there are some things you need to know’’ my father informed Christopher looking serious as always. Christopher just nodded at him lowing his head showing respect at his king’s commands. ‘’Amalia is a hybrid, both a witch and a Lycan. Under no circumstances is she allowed to practice magic or show her wolf.’’ Christopher's eyes were now on me and I could see the socks on them. ‘’That’s all, Peter would answer every question you may have about bodyguarding’’ my father continued and now Christopher was looking at Peter with hatred as usual.

- My voice sounded stressed and my brother laughs out loud. ________ I knew that at least one would get his attention ...-He nudges me provocatively and then walks away, I took a deep breath preparing my psychology for the next few days, I would have to endure Thom's jokes. The reception after the presentation began monotonously and extremely still, the same self-centered nobles; her words that seemed to sound sweet but at the first opportunity would stab me in the back just out of greed, I brought a glass of wine to my lips feeling the dry wine pull at the end of my tongue, it was at this moment that the red-haired archer made her entrance into the room. main hall of the Arena, she wore a d

In the center, a circular dais glimmered with embedded runes—ancient symbols intertwined with holographic displays—and every seat was taken by beings both human and otherworldly: emissaries of vampire covens, elder packs, sorcerer guilds, and noble houses whose wealth rivaled empires. Zaria stepped forward, her heels striking the polished floor like deliberate drumbeats. Her gown was deep sapphire, embroidered with silver threads that caught the light in motion. It was not just clothing; it was armor, crafted to reflect power and control. Every whispering eye tracked her, every judge of the Conclave weighing her presence before she had spoken a word. Lucien walked at her side, his wolf aura

When she opens it and takes out its contents, I feel a strange twinge in my gut at the sight of the Lycan Crown resting in her hands. The crown is a beautiful piece of pure gold craftsmanship, crusted with gems and tufted with wolf’s fur. But I don’t have time to dwell on it for too long before my mother sets it back down in the open box and gestures towards the seat at the head of the table. I take the seat reluctantly and look around expectantly as everyone else sits down at the table.

“I promise.” Promises were easy to make, but keeping them was another matter. ********* Just before sunset, the guards announced that the breeder had arrived. My heart sank. I stood beside Kael in the entrance hall as the heavy doors opened. A young woman stepped inside. She couldn’t have been more than twenty. Golden curls framed a delicate face, and her pale blue dress hung loosely over her slender figure. She looked around nervously before lowering her gaze. “So this is the Alpha’s breeder,” one of the elders murmured.

Having no idea where it was, I stopped a maid for directions, and she walked me to the door. "This is where I'll leave you," she said, smiling warmly. "I'm sure the Lycan King will be pleased to see you." She bowed her head and slipped away. I stood in front of the door for a moment. Then I pushed it open. The atmosphere inside was thick with the kind of authority that could silence a room without saying a word. My gaze moved from Renzo to Loki, watching their expressions shift the moment they saw me. Loki looked the most delighted, as though smiling seemed to be a natural habit of his.