Scarlet From The Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

Scarlet monstrous voice loomed. As the beast that had been Scarlet lowered its horns with a deafening bellow, massive fists pounding the earth, I knew my next heartbeat could be my last. Nowhere to run or hide - death charged straight for my fragile throat. My focus narrowed to one enemy cutting ruthlessly through the melee - the sadistic Luna Scarlet, her crimson hair bright as a banner of war. At long last fate had gifted me the chance to confront my childhood tormentor and avenge the innocent girl she had brutalised. The reckoning was at hand.

Her heart raced, but determination fueled her steps. The plan to rendezvous with the Moon Stone pack had been carefully orchestrated. Scarlet, driven by a secret agenda, sought the Moon Stone pack's assistance, more like someone's particular assistance to eliminate Athena, the one obstacle in her path to possessing Xavier entirely. The pack's territory loomed ahead, and she concealed her movements with practiced grace. A rustle of leaves signaled the outskirts of Midnight's domain. Scarlet cast a fleeting glance back at the imposing structure that held her past, her breath catching for a moment.

Claws gleamed on some hands. The lead warrior stepped forward. He was tall and strong. “Lucas! You were captured. Now you walk with the enemy? And her?” He pointed at Scarlett. “She stole our supplies. She attacked us.” Lucas let go of Scarlett’s hand but stayed close. “Listen to me. Scarlett is not the enemy. She is the true Luna. Her blood can heal this pack and make us stronger.” Whispers moved among them. A few wore stunned expressions. Head shakes followed, quiet but clear.

Threads of red light flickered along its edges as Scarlet poured her will against it from the other side. Ophelia’s limbs trembled, her vision blurred as blood streaked down her temple and several cuts on her fur. Lucien growled and pressed harder, going for the kill with jaws opened wide. And then- Scarlet broke through the barrier in a torrent of red flame. The clearing rippled, magic and snow exploding outward as she appeared in a blaze of fury. “Get away from her!” Scarlet snarled as she exploded into the clearing, her cloak ablaze with magic, fury in every step. Just a second later, and she would have been

Scarlet elaborated. "So, Scarlet, why haven't you shown up all this time? Where were you when I needed you the most?" Astrid inquired. "I was always with you, Astrid, even though Lycans only appear after the age of five in human life. I was there, but there was something stopping me from coming out," Scarlet sighed. "What was it, Scarlet?" Astrid asked desperately. "Every day, you were given a dose of something that kept me restricted from showing up."

Dorian takes an angry bite of his bread and turns to look back at Ronan, muttering profanities under his breath. Dorian is the son of Winona Cruz – President Cardenas' sister and the Alpha of the Legend pack, where Alpha court is located. It’s not a secret that his older sister is set to become the Luna of the Blackwood Pack. That is, if Ronan can stop postponing his ceremony. “What does your Mom plan to do about it.”

If they mark me before the full moon it all falls apart. 'You don't know that.' Scarlet whined as I dressed quickly, sneaking out of the bedroom before they dragged me back in. My neck was pulsing for their marks, but we had to wait. 'I don't know anything for sure, but I feel we need the full moon. You do too if you would push aside all your animalistic lust.' 'But they feel good.' Scarlet pouted more. 'So does food and helping our people. We have work to do so stop being a brat.' I scolded her.

The soft fabric of the dress caressed my skin as I walked through the grand hall, my arm linked with Favian’s. I had never worn anything this beautiful in my life. The gown was a deep emerald green, shimmering under the soft lights as if it were alive. I felt elegant, powerful, like someone worth admiring. It was a far cry from the ragged woman I had been only days ago. Favian’s hand gripped mine gently, but there was a firmness to it, and it made me feel safe. This was no ordinary night, it was my introduction to the world as his mate, as Luna of the Furbloom Pack.

“It’s rare.” “How rare?” Aldric asked. Marcus’s expression was serious. “In the last five hundred years… only four have been recorded.” Regina’s pulse quickened. “And I’m one of them?” “Yes.” Her mind struggled to process the information. “What does it mean?” Marcus stood slowly, walking toward the large window behind his desk. “Blood Moon wolves are… catalysts.” “Catalysts for what?” Aldric asked. Marcus turned back toward them. “Power.” Regina’s stomach dropped.

“That’s the oldest of them all The Chronicle of the Silver Howl. No one has opened it in a long time.” The cover felt warm in Aria’s hands. She glanced at the others before slowly pulling it open. A swirl of silver dust rose from its pages, and the faint whisper of an ancient chant filled the air. The words written inside glowed softly under her touch. As the pages turned on their own, an illustration emerged of an image of a wolf with eyes that mirrored the moon itself. Beneath it, a name glimmered: Lunara, the First Daughter of the Moon. Aria’s breath caught. “That’s the name Selene mentioned.”