Thorne Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

Without another word, Thorne excused himself to retrieve the secret volume from the underground library—a room I’d tried to break into as a teen more times than I’d admit, and failed every time. Mom squeezed my hand once, then stood. “I’ll step outside,” she said softly. I frowned. “Why?” “I’m not Moonveil by blood. And the reading ceremony… it’s not for me. That’s the rule.” She gave me a sad little smile. “But whatever you find—I’ll be waiting.” She kissed my forehead and left the room with quiet, heavy steps. Not long after, Thorne returned. This time, he carried a book older than any I’d seen. The cover was cracked black leather, the crescent moon emblem etched deep like it had been carv

And Castle Thorne had gone still. I found Theron on the upper terrace just after dusk, alone with the sky. The stars above were sharp and cold, hanging in a velvet black that made the stone around us feel like it had been carved out of eternity. A steady breeze moved through the arches, rustling my cloak as I stepped into the open air. He didn’t turn when he heard me. But he didn’t have to. His magic reached for mine before our eyes met, that familiar thread snapping taut—like a string pulled between two anchors that had been drawing closer without meaning to.

More precisely, onto the faint, unmistakable, angelic white glow seeping out along the edges of the thick sterile blanket in my arms. "Well, well," Thorne exhaled, a greedy, awestruck smile spreading across his face. "The First Moon. And she brought the prize right to us." Thorne raised his silver weapon, aiming it directly at my chest. "Stand down, Alpha. Or the mother and the glowing freak die right here in the snow."

Warzone and I landed on the ground to meet the others when we saw Thorne lose her grip on this plane of existence. She then turned to us with a furious look on her face. “Damn you halflings!” Thorne shouted to us, floating away from our planet. Her body was decomposing rapidly as she scowled at us. “Mark my words,” Thorne shouted as her body emitted rays of yellow light. “I promise to find a way back and kill all of you.” She then exploded in a giant, yellowish and magenta ball of light. The force of the explosion caused a massive wind gust that blew us all backwards.

My heart pounded so loudly I could hear it in my ears, but even that wasn’t enough to make me stop. I had to… I looked into Thorne’s eyes as the moon aligned and reached the center of the earth’s shadow. That was when Thorne’s eyes changed and turned a bright red. That same blinding shade as the moon above us. I felt his energy before I could see it. Something strong and ancient. Thorne let out a screech and opened his beak wide, letting a shadow pour out of him. My eyes widened as the shadow moved like smoke, forcing its way toward my face, toward my mouth. All it took was the smallest gasp for it to seize its chance and rush inside of me.

Leila checked the time on her wristwatch for the sixth time that morning. She moaned as she slumped against the car seat; it was nearly nine o'clock, the first period would have ended, and she would have already missed her Chemical techniques test. She used to be a straight-A student in junior year, but her grades began to slip as she entered senior year. Ms. Annabeth, the chemical techniques tutor, was the only teacher who seemed genuinely concerned about this and took the time to talk to her. She'd promised her that she'd work on herself and try harder to read, but now she'd not even been on time to take her test!

She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, ready to embrace what was to come. Then, with a swift yet tender motion, Arlo bit into her side neck. A sharp sting erupted, an immediate burst of pain, but it was swiftly followed by an overwhelming wave of pleasure that coursed through her. Lune gasped, the sensation unlike anything she had ever felt. It was as if every nerve ending had come alive, igniting a fire within her.

“The moon has chosen.” As he pushed inside me in one powerful thrust, filling me to the brink, the howl echoed once more outside. Pleasure and mystery intertwined, hooking deep into my soul. This encounter was no accident. Elias Thorne hid a beast within, and I was about to discover just how thoroughly he—and perhaps others in his pack—would claim every soft, yearning inch of me under the watchful eye of the full moon. The night was young, and my journey into the wild had only just begun.

“The moon has chosen.” As he pushed inside me in one powerful thrust, filling me to the brink, the howl echoed once more outside. Pleasure and mystery intertwined, hooking deep into my soul. This encounter was no accident. Elias Thorne hid a beast within, and I was about to discover just how thoroughly he—and perhaps others in his pack—would claim every soft, yearning inch of me under the watchful eye of the full moon. The night was young, and my journey into the wild had only just begun.