Novel & Cerita Books In The Lunar Chronicles Series

Though the thoughts about him were forefront now, because I still hadn't come to terms with what almost happened, I had to stop thinking about it now. Maybe later I would take my time to understand it. Maybe. I opened the book slowly, my fingers tracing the frayed and worn edges of the cover, "the chronicle of the six" it stood boldly in gold lettering glaring at me. The letters shimmered faintly and I quickly turned open the first page. "This is the Chronicle of the Six. The first beings born of the moon's light. This record holds their power, their dominion... and the truth before the Great Divide."

The scenario turned awkward, and the tension built just watching it unfold. “Did I ask something wrong?” “No,” he answered. “I lead them like an alpha, but I'm not an alpha. In the early days when the curse began in families, some had crescent moons as their mark. The alphas get a full moon. That hasn't happened in over ten generations.” “But wolves still need a leader,” Orion chipped in. “That's why Mr Franklin, being the one with more experience, is doing that for us.” “Are we done lecturing the newbie so we can get back to business at hand?” Cameron spoke impatiently.

He places the stack on another empty table. "Here you go, Miss Anna. If I may advise you, I suggest starting with this book here," he points to a red book with gold lettering. "It's about the division of the packs. Then go to this book here," he points to another book with a green cover. "This one is about the old kings and the once-powerful Luna of Mooncrest, and then the rest is up to you." Powerful Luna? I give Zahir a sincere, enthusiastic smile for his tips and dedication in fetching all these books for me.

The scent of old paper and wax filled the air. He called over a middle-aged librarian who looked friendly enough. “Please assist Luna Lulu. She’s interested in history and natural phenomena, especially eclipses.” The librarian smiled warmly. “It’s an honour. Come, Luna, the astronomy and fire phenomena section is on the right wing.” Once Dren left, I followed the librarian. He led me to a darker corner where the books looked ancient, bound in thick leather. “This is our collection on eclipses and lunar and solar cycles, including records from ancient fire mages,” he said before bowing and leaving me alone.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

“Few have,” I replied, refusing to let his derision shake me. “It’s rare. The last occurrence was over five decades ago. The texts are stored in the lower archives.” Elder Maelis stepped forward, her silver brows drawing together in dawning comprehension. “The Lunar Codex,” she murmured, almost to herself. “Volume seven.” Relief pulsed through me. “Yes,” I confirmed quickly. “The codex details the cycle. Bindings attempted during an Unbinding Moon dissolve at dawn.”

She almost laughed — a bitter, tired sound. He probably spent nights here studying ways to keep chaos at bay, while she was the chaos itself. Her fingers brushed a faded book that looked out of place — “The Lunar Doctrine.” Unlike the others, this one bore the symbol of the moon — silver, scratched and old. Curiosity tugged at her. She pulled it free and carried it to a desk by the window, where the moonlight filtered through heavy curtains like liquid glass. Page after page spoke of ancient beliefs — the moon as mother, the sun as destroyer, the balance between light and shadow.

Perhaps, there was something I had missed. And so, the next morning, I made my way to the pack’s library. The room was dimly lit, the scent of old books and dust filling the air. The shelves stretched high, filled with books that had likely been untouched for years. I traced my fingers along the spines, searching for anything related to medicine. “Herbal Remedies… No.” I muttered, skimming through the titles. “Lunar Cycles and Their Effect on Healing… Maybe. I pulled a few books out, stacking them in my arm.

I asked in surprise. "Well, yeah.” He handed it to me. "The Alpha's each get their own book, but the Luna's usually get grouped by the century because there isn't as much about them. And this one is still a little smaller since it's the current one as well and is constantly being added to." I bit my tongue at the idea that there were three or four Luna's to each book while each Alpha got their own. "Thank you," I said, instead of the irritated spiel that wanted to spout from my mouth.

someone was using her as the sacrificial bond. And Aegon was unknowingly delivering the blows. Vimon’s hands shook as she reached for the moonwater vial. “We’re not just racing against time,” she whispered. “We’re racing against a ritual already in motion.” A creak at the door startled her. Nico entered, eyes sharp, face pale. “I think I found the connection.” He placed an old book on the table, dust trailing from its spine. The title was etched in a language long forgotten by most of the pack. Lunaris Venandi. Moon Hunters.