Novel & Cerita Thorne Lunar Chronicles

I hope you are here with what I need not just chitchats," I said as I walked toward my throne "Yes sire I've been able to gather information," he said bowing again "I caught one of their spies lurking around, and with endless torture, he was able to give at least the information we needed " "From the information gathered Mark is the the alpha of Sliver Moon Park and Carmen is the Luna, from what I'm seeing you being the alpha is also part of their plan and I'm afraid they got something bigger coming " Cold shiver down my spine with the information I just got, an enemy was right under my nose he even helped me get the throne.

This was her way of communicating with the Oracle's. She danced and danced with white clothings that were sweeping the floor until she fell and in a blink of an eye, all of the candleligts went off. Lunar tattoos began to glow and each werewolf identified with the other that carried their same symbolic markings. Howls could be heard as the werewolves that had chosen mates connected to their partners. It lasted on and on for a while till it stopped and the candleligts came back on. Everyone turned to stare at the heir who stood alone.

AURELIA'S P.O.V It wasn't until the early hours of the next morning before we got home. Thorne and I had shared a few kisses in the car before we entered the house. Most of the lights were off, save for a few, which meant everyone was asleep. I had just reached the kitchen area when I felt a tug pulling me back into a broad chest. "Ugh, can we go back?" Thorne groaned, his chest vibrating as he spoke. I giggled in response and then turned to face him.

He didn’t smirk. Didn’t tease. Just held me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Then he placed the file in my hands. The name at the top sent a cold rush down my spine. THORNVEIL. My breath caught. He flipped the page, revealing scanned documents—birth records, royal announcements, photos, reports. Luna whispered in my mind, “This is about you.” My eyes moved slowly over the lines, absorbing the impossible truth. Queen Liora went into labor in a neighboring town…

“Alpha Damien, it’s just as you suspected. She returned to Crescent Moon Pack two days ago with Rowan, Gavin, Iris and Lior.” The words hit like a fist to the sternum. Two days ago. She had been back in that place—his place—for two fucking days while I lay on the floor of this keep bleeding from the mouth after Cassian’s shadows nearly finished me. My vision narrowed to red edges. The curse surged forward hot and eager, twisting through my veins like molten wire. I straightened slowly. “So, she’s with him.” Thorne nodded once. “Yes, My Lord. We also made a discovery. It appears that her return to Crescent Moon Pack has something to do with a book named Codex Lunaris. It seems like there she

These people— these wolves— weren't just strangers; they were a family bound by blood and moon, and I was the outsider crashing their world. Thorne stood at the center, his broad shoulders squared, scars catching the firelight like silver threads on his chest. He hadn't bothered with clothes beyond a loose pair of pants, and I couldn't stop stealing glances at the way his muscles shifted when he moved. It scared me how much I noticed, how my pulse quickened not just from fear, but from a pull deep in my gut. The hall was alive with low murmurs, elders in fur-trimmed robes stirring a massive cauldron of herbs that filled the air with a spicy, heady aroma. The lunar mating hunt— Elara had whis

She was perhaps in her 40’s, with silver hair braided down her back and the kind of stillness that spoke of absolute control. "Good morning, Elena," the woman said. Her voice carried layers…surface calm over depths of power. "My name is Morgan Thorne. We have much to discuss." Elena sat up carefully, instincts cataloguing exit routes even as Zara hummed recognition. "You're the one my wolf mentioned. The teacher." "Among other things." Morgan rose fluid as water, moving to pour herself coffee from the pot that hadn't been there when Elena fell asleep. "You've had an interesting week."

New York City hadn’t changed. It was still loud. Still full of people who never gave a damn about others. Luna stood outside the towering glass building that held Thorne Enterprises like her feet had been nailed to the sidewalk. She hadn’t been back in this city since the night everything fell apart. The night he humiliated her. Her fingers clenched the thin folder tucked under her arm. Emery’s medical records, a copy of the lab results and the doctor’s letter. She took a deep breath, lifted her chin, and stepped inside.

“So you abandon the Hollow? Abandon us?” “I abandon nothing,” Thorne said, calm as stone. “But I will not squander my power on foolish haste. Rhea is not prey to be culled in the dark—she is the storm that breaks the sky. And I will know what waits at its heart.” Without another word, she turned, her steps echoing against the cavernous walls of the Hollow. The firelight licked her silhouette before swallowing it whole. She was gone, leaving her sisters to their venom. --- The night beyond the Hollow was vast, breathing, alive with the whisper of old trees. Thorne moved silently through the forest, her cloak trailing like spilled ink. The air was colder here, heavier, as if each step drew her