Books In The Lunar Chronicles Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"It’s not a handout. It’s a trade. Consider it a loan, like the High Priest’s archives. Besides, I’ve already memorized them. They’re just rotting on my shelf." It was a lie, and I hoped the Moon Mother wasn't listening. I had spent two hours agonizing over which ones to bring before settling on the Chronicles of the Elder Moon—the most sacred history we had. I didn't care if he was a 'scrapper.' I knew he’d understand the weight of the words. Grayson hesitated, his silver eyes darting toward the pack families gathering around the roasting pits. I could read the tension in his shoulders. He felt like an intruder.

“You are not going to leave, are you?” Cein's smile didn't waver for a second. He adjusted his glasses cutely. “What are you looking for?” Reyna poked her inner cheek in anger and placed her hands on her hip. “The Lunar cycle. Do you have a book about that?” The kid brightened. “Oh, I do. There isn't much written on the lunar cycle because it's believed to be a myth. Follow me.” Reyna watched as the kid turned and walked to another section of the library. She tsked and shadowed him.

She joked and Amaranthe stuck her tongue out at her. It doubled Elizabeth over with laughter, “Yeah, Amar. I have never heard you say ‘fuck’ twice in one sentence.” She said, rubbing her stomach. Amaranthe blushed and held up her glass, “Blame the fucking mimosas.” She said, and the three of them burst out in a fit of giggles. ***** Hi guys! The St. Leonard Chronicles will be released in early June. These books will span over six novels - Ayden, Anastasiya, Matteo, Kiara, Damon, and Dakota plus a few more familiar faces will be making an appearance. If you would like to be kept updated, please follow me on Instagram @j.tarr02.

Reluctantly, he took his gaze away from Luna and he too watched the moon. The two quietly stood side by side. One was a few centuries old general and the other an unrelenting youth in her teens. But between them was a connection of tacit understanding. Eventually, Luna spoke in a quiet voice, "What... is this place?" "This is... the wandering Mirror of the Moon."

and with that, Cassandra walked out of the office. Lara moved around, touching the shelf. It was dusty. The books looked old and some were even torn. When was the last time someone went through the records? She frowned. How did they function without knowing what they were doing? She picked up a book and opened it. It had records of every sword produced in that year and their prices. She tried recalling the current price for one. With books like this, she would be able to hone her calculation skills. She smiled and sat down on the dirty chair, unbothered. She brought out some other books and placed them on the table.

White wandered over to her as she began the quiet task of stacking up the books and silvers in a long line in the empty compartment beneath her floor. White sat in front of her, his head tilting as she worked. Pearl looked up at him from time to time, but she kept herself busy for the most part. When the silvers were stacked as high as the flooring, she called it a day and grabbed the board. She pushed it in place, but it wouldn’t settle back in. Her jaw clenched as she shovelled hard, but the book beneath the board pushed right back. She did not have time to read the book just yet; she needed to wait for the full moon, so hiding it was the best way to make it secure from prying eyes. Pearl

She didn’t know about that. “She…” Her mother’s breath hitched, “she tied him to the moon. Just him though. He won’t be able to roam the earth as a human for two weeks straight. He would be trapped in his wolf form, with no hold on his humanity, for every first two weeks of the month” A breath of relief left Shirley in a rush. Relief that at least he was not without his suffering. Werewolves took pride in their strength as wolves. Not being able to access and control that form when they wanted had to be a nightmare, innit?

"We need to know what we're dealing with." We look for hours. The moon climbs higher in the sky. Finally, hidden away in a forgotten corner, I locate it. A book bound in black leather. No title. Just a bizarre symbol on the cover – a wolf howling at a shattered moon. My heart skips. "This is it," I murmur. Carefully, I open the book. The pages are ancient, frail, yet the text is legible. It tells about a prophesy. A prophesy concerning a Luna born under a crimson moon. A Luna whose love would either rescue the world... or cause it its destruction.

"It contains the secrets and stories of our pack, dating back centuries. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed at the book. It seemed to radiate an otherworldly energy, as if the secrets contained within its pages were waiting to be unleashed. Luna reached out a trembling hand and touched the page. As she did, the room seemed to fall silent, as if the very air was holding its breath. Suddenly, the pages began to turn on their own, revealing intricate illustrations and strange symbols. Luna's eyes widened as she stared at the pages, her expression a mixture of wonder and fear. "What is this?" she breathed, her voice barely audible. Damien's eyes gleamed with a knowing light. "This, Lun

EMILIE They made me sit for the story, which should have warned me it was going to be bad. The Alpha Magnus paced while Aurora and Ethan stood nearby looking like they wanted to reach for me but didn't dare. Kai stayed close to my side. "Three hundred years ago," Magnus began, "a dying oracle spoke a prophecy. A child would be born marked by two moons, born of priestess and warrior blood, with the power to either unite all supernatural realms in peace or shatter them and end everything."