Violet At Lunaris Novels & Stories

Violet His voice cracked slightly, and as I stared into his eyes, I could tell that they were red. An obvious sign of the Lunaris. Kaelis was right there, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at me. “Where’s Kylan?” “He’s not here,” I said quickly. A crooked chuckle came to his lips. “Of course not.” It was almost like he had wanted him to be here. I couldn’t speak, and just kept looking at him, dazed and unsure of what to do next.

Then I saw her. Violet Flanagan stood by a large mahogany desk, the light from a stained-glass window casting azure and crimson hues upon her form. She was the embodiment of controlled chaos, her hair a spill of midnight silk, her posture that of a queen—or a dictator—one who knew the impact of her presence. "Roanne, this is Violet," Lizzie said, her words slicing through my trance. "Violet," I echoed, forcing my feet to move forward. As I approached, I couldn't help but feel as if I were being drawn into her orbit—a lunar pull that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

And this, his final act of affection for another mate, was what he offered me on her birthday? I stunned and unconsciously rubbed the ring on my finger, but it was too forceful that it was pulled off from my finger and slipped down to the ground, the moonstone shattered into pieces. However, when I came to my mind, Kelvin had left. I drove to see Kelvin's mother and she was very shocked to see me in her den in a mess. "What happened, Ella?" "Luna, Kelvin has decided to claim Amanda as his future Luna."

~Elena~ "Welcome, my future Luna." The words barely had time to settle before Crystal stiffened like she’d been struck. The air froze. Then— "Excuse me?" she snapped, voice like a blade, sharp and cold. Trevor turned, unreadable, but Crystal was already seething. "I am the future Luna," she spat, her fingers digging into Ryan’s arm like claws. "Not her." Her gaze burned into Trevor’s, daring him to challenge her. Daring him to argue.

Dad says and I see a serious gleam in his eyes. Shit! “You are twenty one. You’ll be twenty two in just a few months,” He starts. I consider letting him know it’s just over six months until my birthday, but I keep my mouth shut. “I know you are still young, but we need to find your fated mate. If that doesn’t happen before next spring when the New England Area Mating Ball happens, you are going. You need to think about your future and so does your sister. She can’t just keep claiming to be the future Luna when Liam is hoping to find his fated mate. Liam will be going to the ball if he doesn’t meet his fated before then.”

"The fall from the platform didn't finish you, the basement fire didn't finish you, and now even Damon's onto me!" Yuna looked at her, expression unreadable. "Because you did too much, and you left yourself exposed. Do you really think a few performances can fool everyone for a lifetime?" "So what if I did?!" Vera screamed sharply. "If you hadn't been hogging that position, Damon would have been mine long ago! Why do you get to be Luna by birthright, to command an entire pack with your noble blood and perfect fur, while I can only be a florist who has to budget for a single necklace?"

The hum of the machine deepened; the bracelet burned briefly, then steadied. The lines on the silver graph sharpened, peaks and valleys finding a pattern that made my teeth ache to look at—too regular, too… intentional. Glass-singing threaded the air, faint but unmistakable now. Voss stiffened at the wall, nose wrinkling as if he smelled ozone. “What is that?” he asked. Valen’s fingers froze over the controls. Her eyes—sharp, hungry, suddenly very awake—were on the screen. “That,” she murmured, almost to herself, “is Lunaris.”

My nose scrunched up as Azriel handed me the cup. “She will now drink the blood of the Alpha to complete her initiation of becoming the Luna,” Azriel glanced back at me, gesturing to the cup in my hands. “Just imagine it as your morning juice.” He whispered, taking my disgust as if it was a funny little joke. I groaned quietly, squeezed my eyes shut, and drank the content in the chalice. As soon as I was done, Azriel grabbed my hand closest to him and lifted it in the air. “Hail my people!! I present to you all Luna Paige of the Black Crow Pack and Queen of the Werewolf kingdom!!” He bellowed to the crowd, and another wave of howling erupted among them all.

my voice was barely above a whisper. “Oh, no. You're not.” Violetta walked confidently into the room, crossing her legs like she was on a runway. “Buried in you is the continuity of Hellbound pack’s royalty. You can't be selfish,” I was taken aback by her concern. ‘Since when did Violetta start caring?’ “Get the Luna, a steamy cup of beverage, native pasta with shrimps and a fruit platter,” I heard the orders she gave to Nicolle, which she immediately rushed to complete, but I was hung on the part where she called me Luna.

The room fell silent as she made her way to the front of the room, every eye on her. “Tonight, I stand before you as Draven’s mate,” Violetta began, her voice strong, carrying across the hall. “But I stand before you not just as his wife, but as the future Luna of this pack.” The crowd was quiet, uncertain. She paused, letting the words settle before continuing.