Violet At Lunaris Novels & Stories

She’d definitely know that I was lying. “I feel so tired. I think I need to rest,” I said quietly as I laid on the bed. They hung around for a while, and when they thought I had fallen asleep, my parents quietly left the room, not wanting to disturb me. “Can you tell me, at least?” Violet suddenly said when it was just the two of us in the room, “I know you are not sleeping.” Violet was my best friend, so she knew me to the core. Also, she was pretty smart. She was a southern princess, and also my cousin, Axel’s mate. Who was soon to ascend as the northern Alpha King. So, she’d automatically become the Northern Luna Queen.

Violet responded politely. The luna looked at her through the mirror, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "I have never seen anyone with Violet eyes before. Are you sure you're not lying?" Her voice had sharpened at the edges. "These are my real eyes," Violet responded. The luna rolled her eyes. “Anyway, they look weird. You should consider wearing lenses,” the Luna snorted, dabbing blusher onto her cheeks with deliberate care. Violet had always been self-conscious about her hair and eyes, and the woman’s words only made those insecurities get louder.

“I know you’re confused right now, Violetta, but I want you to know that none of this is your fault. You didn’t make that decision on your own. You were forced by Luna, but not in the way you think.” “What?” She dipped her hand into the pocket of her cloak and pulled out something, dropping it on the table before me to take a closer look at. It was a small bottle. “What the hell is this, and what does this have to do with anything?” She smiled. “This, my dear Violetta, is what I believe Luna used on you to cloud your judgment and make you bend to her will of marrying Nolan.” I gasped, shocked by the words I was hearing. “No, that’s not true. She would never hurt me. She swears her protection

Violet's POV "I'd like to see you come over to the pack where you belong," Sebastian said, his gaze never leaving mine. He didn't care about Ezekiel's presence right there in the office. "In case you don't remember, or were never informed, Violet is my mate, and she will become the Luna of this pack in two or three days. You're cordially invited to be a part of the mating ceremony," Ezekiel said, then asked him to get up from the seat, which he did, with contempt on his face.

She responded confidently, her hands disappearing into her garments, fumbling with it until she exposed a small vial, tucking it gently in Alaric's palms. “Is that enough proof that the Luna poisoned Azalea?” “What is this?” he asked, his eyes sweeping through the vial as his forehead arched in a blend of confusion and curiosity. “It is Noctirix serum. The same poison that was found in Azalea's water and her body.” Alaric stiffened; it was like a bucket of ice was thrown at his back as a cold breeze swept past him, causing him to be shocked to the bone. “You are insinuating that Giselle.” He stammered, unable to finish his words as panic cloaked him like a garment.

Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips. Once, her father, Alpha Damon, had claimed he wasn’t interested in women, focusing solely on his duties—until he encountered Luna Alice at a nearby pack meeting when she was just fifteen. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and spent an entire year longing to see her again. The moment he turned eighteen and returned to the pack, he discovered that Alice was his mate. He claimed her that very night and married her the next day, without waiting another moment.

Theta Diago asked, standing up from the couch. Violet gave it some thought. She was about to say yes, but then she remembered his rival was Daniel Collins. If he found out about it, he would plot against her. "Not now." They looked surprised. But they did not oppose it. They obeyed the cold woman silently. "As you say, Luna." They left the house after bowing to her. Violet felt weird today. She felt lightheaded. She ignored all the changes she was feeling and left the house to go to the company.

Thousands of violet ships were now appearing all over the Earth, no longer hidden by the Lunar orbit. ​And standing on the cloud next to him, untouched by the vacuum or the cold, was Selene Vane. ​"Thank you for the 'Reset', Leo," she whispered. "You just opened the doors for the rest of my army. The 'Culling' isn't a harvest anymore. It’s an occupation." ​Leo looked down at the Earth. The "Green Seeds" falling from the sky weren't seeds of life. They were "Lunar-Beacons." Every place a seed landed, a violet portal was opening. ​The war for Earth had just become a war for survival.

"That explains why your aura is different, there's something... layered about you." "Can you help me or not?" I questioned again, this time I'm becoming intense. "That depends." Violet pulled out a small vial from her bag, inside of it was a shimmering liquid that seemed to change colors. "Do you know what Lila is planning at the ceremony?"

With prophecy. She stood at the altar, breath shallow, stone warm, eyes wide. The vision hadn’t been hers. It had been someone else’s. A child. Not born. Not named. But felt. Luna pressed her palm to the flame, and it flared in three colors—gold, violet, and silver. The Grove pulsed once. Then again. Then stilled. Aria arrived moments later, her pendant glowing, her voice low. “You saw something.” Luna nodded. “Someone.” Aria’s breath caught. “Yours?” Luna didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.