Scarlet Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

It felt oddly familiar as if the silver had always been a part of her. ‘Is this some fallout from suppressing our strength? Like, are there side effects or something?’ Scarlett pouted. Ulva nonchalantly shrugged, ‘Could be anything, Scar.’ ‘I just can’t wrap my head around all this! First, we get rejected and kicked out of the pack. Then there’s the rogue attack. We met George’s uncle, signed some contract that messed with our strength, and now this. Can the Moon Goddess please drop a hint, just a tiny one, to help us make sense of all this?’ Scar sighed, feeling a bit down.

Three months to save the world. Three months of knowing her mother was screaming in agony every second. Tamara closed her eyes and felt the mate bond pulling her home. To Kai. To the pack. To the fight that was coming. Smith would be there first. Gathering his followers. Twelve wolves, Elena had said in that brief moment of prophecy. Twelve who would choose shadow over light. The moon crack grew a little wider. Somewhere between worlds, Selenius(Moon King) was stirring. And in seven hidden places across the earth, Elena Gray screamed and held the barriers closed with nothing but a mother's love and endless pain.

“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.

"You've lost." Sylvie's lip curled in a snarl. "Never." With a burst of strength, Sylvie rolled them and now had Scarlett on her back. Her claws dug into Scarlett's shoulders, and Scarlett shrieked. Cleo was screaming. Moon Goddess, give me strength. As the Luna. As Cleo's mother. As Landon's mate. A tingle started in Scarlett's fingertips and ran up her arms, rushing through her veins. She pushed against Sylvie, struggling out of her arms with a groan. Scarlett exploded forth into her shift, bursting out against Sylvie with a shriek.

Every head nodded, the understanding heavy in their eyes. “Looks like everyone’s fired up!” Jayson’s voice echoed over the microphone. “As the Blood Moon climbs higher, let the hunt begin!” We didn’t wait for another word. I shifted into my wolf form, the burn of transformation ripping through me like wildfire. My paws hit the earth and I took off, the forest blurring past as we surged into the night. Under the crimson light, everything looked twisted. The trees leaned like watchers, and the air tasted like metal and magic.

“Feel Serena, feel the pull of the moon. It’s in your blood, older than any pack.” I paused, and held my breath. Every new action on Serena’s part was faster, more decisive, and then—there was a bright flash from her, a burst of lunar energy that surged through the clearing. The warriors stood stock still, huge-eyed, as the gleam blazed through the black gulf of night. Serena gasped, stepped back and her sleeve fell back as well on her arm. It was there, on her skin, a mark. A swirling, crescent-shaped scar that glowed dimly, just like the one cut deep into the rogue’s tree.

Lisa cleared her throat before speaking "Actually, I came to apologise for the way I talked to you, the other day. I just vented my anger on you but I hope you forgive me and seal our reconciliation with two glasses of juice" Scarlett chuckled softly "That's so nice of you baby Lisa but I wasn't angry with you". Lisa gave a glass of juice and picked hers up "To us". She said and they clinked glasses, Scarlett couldn't scent anything from the juice because it was something she could not detect easily. Cassandra made sure to do her homework about blood moon wolves. Scarlett gulped down half of the juice and placed it back on the tray. "Thanks," Scarlett smiled. "Don't mention, Luna" Lisa giggl

Flipping through each page of the magazine, she couldn't help but to compare and contrast Dark Moon Pack and Crescent Moon Pack. While the Crescent Moon was perfect for a quiet life, the Dark Moon was far too complex and only the strongest and those born in it could navigate through it effectively. She was about to pick up another magazine when someone walked up to her table and the moment she raised her head up, she locked eyes with Scarlet who was trying to regulate her heavy breathing.

Scarlet and Kesley have gone back to their various pack. There are four types of pack; Dynamite pack, flowind pack, Night sky pack, and CR pack. Scarlet is from the Dynamite pack while Kesley is from surging pack. Scarlet arrived home and was surprised that no one welcomed her. All of them were busy with one thing or the other. She went to her mother and asked her what was going on. She was ignored, and she went to her room to unpack her belongings. Her room door opened but she did not turn.

Her red eyes blazed as she pointed a finger at me, her voice cutting through the air like a curse. “You will never set foot in my home again, River Scarrow. If you do, I will wipe out every last one of your bloodline. Do you hear me?” I nodded in desperation. Her words sliced deeper than claws. My heart pounded in terror as I rose to my feet acknowledging the fact that the Luna had just spared me—but her promise was clear. Next time, she wouldn’t. My eyes strayed to Densmore and I found him watching me, his eyes void of emotion - a mask that warriors were trained to have.