Scarlet Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

I could see the genuine fear in his eyes, and I couldn’t blame him. Scarlett wasn’t just another Luna. She was the first female Valkin—a force unmatched, strong and unyielding. She wasn’t someone anyone could take lightly, and Garland clearly understood that now. She was a force of nature, and she was ours.

Page after page of the Grimoire opened by itself, the pages moving quickly as if enchanted. Even more frightening was the dark mist that appeared with the opening of the Grimoire. "Congratulations, Luna. You have reached the end of the game," the familiar voice echoed. It came from the Grimoire, the voice of the seventh reincarnation that had previously inhabited Rafe's body. "So this is what he's after?" I muttered to myself. I had wondered why the werewolf man had stopped appearing, and now I had the answer. He was preparing this evil plan.

I called out the second I saw Scarlet in the kitchen with a chubby, middle-aged lady kneeling before her. “Thank the moon goddess you are here with Alpha Killian. Come in, come hear what she has done!” Scarlet urged with a sneer on her lips. If there was anything I knew about Scarlet, it was that she would play any kind of trick on me to bring me down, and this wasn’t going to be an exception. “What happened?” Alpha Killian asked as soon as we got into the kitchen. “This servant here had the guts to try to poison our Luna’s drink! She was going to give her a NO PREGNANCY PILL which kills a werewolf slowly too!” Scarlet explained with her eyes bulging out.

"To them, we are just humans. Expensive, powerful humans. Don't let your eyes flash, and don't let your scents out. If you do, we leave immediately. Understood?" "Understood, Mommy," Luna said, her voice unusually somber. Even at five, she could feel the heavy, oppressive magic of this land. Leo just nodded, his small jaw set in a line of pure steel. He was dressed in a miniature charcoal suit that mirrored the one Silas had worn the night he broke my heart. It was a petty choice on my part, but I wanted the visual to be a psychological dagger when Silas finally saw him.

"But he'll never be able to forget me. No matter what you do, I'll always be by his side." She raised her glass, her eyes full of contempt. The bracelet on her wrist had the same pattern as Lucien's cufflinks. Just then, the music swelled, and Lucien took the microphone at the center of the room. "In a few days, Scarlett and I will hold our marking ceremony," he announced. "And tonight, I will bestow upon my Luna, the most precious necklace of our pack, the Moonlight Gem." He opened a box, and a magnificent moonstone glowed with a mysterious light. T

Scarlett said, stepping forward before Caleb could intervene. The warriors growled, but Caleb’s warning glance silenced them. Scarlett knelt beside the stretcher, pulling out a small silk pouch of crushed moonstone and a fresh talisman. She could feel the hostility of the room pressing in on her, a thousand wolves waiting for her to fail so they could justify her execution. She didn't use a brush this time. She hummed a low, vibrating frequency, a mantra of purification, and pressed the moonstone-infused talisman against the pup’s forehead. “By the breath of the mountain and the silver of the moon, let the shadow depart!”

“It remembers you. It hummed when you touched the land.” Ophelia took the scroll. The wax dissolved at her touch. Inside, a single line etched in an old tongue she somehow understood. “The Luna must rise before the gods do.” As soon as she read those words, the scroll burst into flames and faded to ash. “One last thing before I leave,” Scarlet said, turning around to face Ophelia. “Under no circumstances should you return to the north before the rise of the blood moon.” “Why?” Ophelia asked, perplexed by the odd warning.

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.

she grinned, still struggling with Cadell, who gave her a head slam to the floor, stopping her from moving. Breathing out heavily while looking straight into my eyes, Scarlet said, misinterpreting everything again, “Not everyone that knew about my closeness to the late Luna died, Eve. Your precious Queen Chriselda knew about little Scarlet and Luna Violet. I was just playing with you, so you’d think I actually trust you!” “That’s enough!” Cadell groaned, adding pressure on her, making Scarlet scream in pain. “Cadell, don’t!” I stopped, sensing where my Pervy wolf was heading to.