Novels by Luciana diamond

The journey took several days. It was long, rough, and left them both drained. They crossed wide seas, climbed steep mountains, and sat through endless, bumpy rides.Seraphina couldn’t help wondering why Prince Nicolas, a royal, wasn’t travelling in some fancy private carriage or even a guarded convoy of soldiers. No escort. Just the two of them hopped on public ships and buses like ordinary people.By the time they reached the Farachy Mountains—a place Seraphina had always thought was a made-up legend—her legs were jelly. She had heard old tales about these mountains, but never believed they were real. Just like Arcadia. It was always spoken about like a bedtime story—full of magic and mystery—but nobody she knew had ever been there or seen it.As they passed through a narrow path in the mountain, they found two horses tied to a tree.“I hope you know how to ride,” Nicolas said, giving her a look.Seraphina nodded, though her body was crying for rest. She tried to mount the horse but

Seraphina stirred beneath an unfamiliar weight. The blanket was thick and soft—far too luxurious for someone like her. A soft exhale left her lips as her body shifted, tangled in warmth. In her dream, the night air smelled like blooming jasmine and wild rain. Moonlight poured over a garden straight out of a forgotten realm, casting shadows across the soft petals and dewy grass. There, he stood—tall, massive, radiant in the silver glow. A Lycan. He wasn’t just big. He was monumental. His broad chest rose and fell slowly, like the steady beat of a drum, and his arms circled her as if she was the only thing in the world worth holding. He pulled her against him, close—so close she could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat through his skin. Safe. For the first time in years, she felt it. No pain. No fear. Just his touch, warm and steady. She looked up at him, into eyes that burned like pale fire. His lips met hers—firm, demanding, hungry. The kind of kiss that claimed and consu

The wedding preparations passed in a blur. Seraphina avoided everyone, burying herself in her duties, refusing to let the whispers, the stares, or the betrayal sink too deep into her heart. Grandma Thalia continued to dote on Zara, showering her with love and affection. Not once did they reprimand her for what she had done, nor did they scold her for stealing what wasn’t hers? To them, she was still the apple of their eye. Seraphina saw it all. But she no longer cared. She chose a simple white dress with thin straps and a slit from the knee. Her long brown hair was carefully styled and adorned with pearls. A light touch of makeup enhanced her natural beauty. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she found no trace of emotion. Her face was unreadable, her eyes distant, yet she was breathtaking. The grand hall was decorated exquisitely, shimmering in golden light. Soft music played as little girls in white dresses scattered confetti and flowers along the aisle. Alphas sat

Seraphina had just finished watering the garden when she stepped into the grand kitchen, ready to help the maids prepare breakfast. The air was filled with the rich aroma of spices, and the sound of cheerful chatter filled the space. Zara had ordered a lavish meal that morning. Seraphina quietly chopped vegetables, listening to two maids gossip as they worked beside her. “Zara’s wedding is going to be the talk of the town,” Asa, a freckled maid, said excitedly. “I heard we’re all invited,” Merilyn, the other maid, responded with a grin. “Really?” Asa’s eyes lit up. “Yes. Absolutely. I even picked out a lovely sundress for the occasion.” Seraphina’s hands stilled. Her heart clenched. Zara was marrying Ethan. The man who was supposed to be hers. Her fiance. Zara was ruthless. Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them away. “Be careful with the chicken broth,” Asa scolded, watching Merilyn sprinkle in black pepper. “Don’t overdo it—she’s pregnant, remember?”

Seraphina’s hands trembled as she placed the glass of water on the table before the Lycan Prince. Her breath hitched when his piercing green eyes locked onto hers. His gaze was intense—powerful yet mesmerizing, making the world feel both safer and more dangerous all at once. Goddess! He was the most handsome man she had ever seen. His features were smooth yet exuded strength, and his very presence radiated authority. Her eyes fell to his lips—thin, pink, and inviting. A shiver ran down her spine as she imagined what they might feel like. CRASH! The sound of shattering glass jolted her back to reality. Seraphina gasped in horror as shards of glass scattered across the floor. Water seeped under the Lycan Prince’s polished leather boots. “You clumsy fool!” Alpha Kendrick thundered, his voice sharp as a whip. “Are you trying to harm our guest?!” “No… no, never!” Seraphina stuttered, bowing her head. “I’m sorry, sir.” She hesitated, unsure how to address the guest prope

“What?” Seraphina’s breath caught in her throat. This had to be some kind of nightmare. “You heard me,” Ethan said, his voice calm but cutting. He walked over to the couch where Zara sat, extending his hand toward her. Without hesitation, Zara placed her delicate fingers into his strong grasp, a soft, triumphant smile spreading across her face. “Zara will be my Luna,” Alpha Ethan declared, wrapping an arm possessively around her waist. He watched Seraphina closely, revelling in her reaction. “Honestly, it’s a good thing the wedding was called off. You’re wolfless, after all.” His smirk deepened, his eyes cold and unforgiving. “At least Zara is an Omega. Not some weak, powerless woman who can’t even control her urges.” Each word was a dagger to Seraphina’s heart. The pain in her chest tightened as Ethan continued, throwing cruel insults her way. She couldn’t believe it. The same man who had cost her everything—her wolf, her future—was now standing before her, mocking her for