The Underworld Trials of Luna

Juniper, a rebellious princess, follows her deceased boyfriend into the underworld. Little did she know that she would become one of the candidates to marry the Underworld Prince.

Now, she must compete against 20 women from various worlds for the hand of a man she doesn't even want. This is a nightmare...

Luckily, her grandmother has sent her an assistant — a ghost wolf! But in reality, he is a ghost boy...

Juniper's adventures in the underworld and her entanglements with these boys will lead her to places she never imagined. Where will her journey take her?

Soldiers carry two caskets ahead of me into the Goddess’s temple, but I only keep my eyes fastened on the one that holds the body of the only man I’ve ever loved.

The only man I’ve ever kissed, even. I was supposed to marry him today.

The wolf in my soul raises her snout to the sky and gives a long, desperate howl.

“Juniper? Sweetheart, are you…are you all right?” my mom whispers, stepping close to my side in the long parade of people, taking my hand and giving it a squeeze. She keeps her voice low. She’s the Queen, after all, and I’m a Princess. People are watching.

Mom’s eyes move anxiously over my drawn face and then over the wedding gown that I’m wearing, which I’ve dyed black. She gave me a simple grey dress to wear to today’s state funeral for the two young Cadets who were recently killed in battle. When I’d shown up wearing this instead, my entire family had stared at me in shock.

Of course, I don’t expect them to understand – how could they?

Redman Blythe and I were engaged in secret, after all.

God, how ironic is it that the enemy killed him only days before he was supposed to steal me away from the palace and this royal life that I hate?

That the day we were supposed to be married, we bury him instead?

“Junie?” mom says, tugging on my hand and drawing my attention back to her as tears well on my lashes, threatening to slip down my cheeks. She frowns at me, confused and desperate to help, as we follow the coffins into the Goddess’s temple. “Do you…want to take a minute?”

Mom gestures towards a little alcove set aside for private prayers and I nod, stepping towards it, not wanting the press to get pictures of the royal family’s youngest Princess sobbing her eyes out. Mom murmurs something about coming with me, but I beg her to let me have just a minute alone.

I glance at my mom over my shoulder as I rush to the alcove. Dad and my brother Mark likewise stand with her, looking after me with worry, and I do my best to give them a smile – especially my wonderful mom, who is so good to me. But I fail, my lips trembling as I turn away.

I sit down hard on one