Chaos Book By Luna Mason Novels & Stories

Chaos with organization, but chaos nonetheless. Fifty Lunas are working. Setting up systems. Processing applications from Lunas wanting training. Coordinating with Alpha Councils across territories. Building the new world one bureaucratic form at a time. Maya saw her. Rushed over. "Luna Queen! You shouldn't be up! You should be resting!" "I've rested enough. What do you need? Where can I help?" Maya looked conflicted. Then sighed.

I wailed. But Alastor barked his orders at Trenton once more. My father tried to hug me, but Alastor pushed him away. "She is no longer the daughter of an Alpha. She's a Luna now." With teary eyes, my father fell to his knees, shouting profanities at the Moon Goddess, screaming for her to answer him. He wanted to know why she had been so cruel to his daughter. Even I wanted to know why the Moon Goddess paired me with the Mate From Hell.

“The Unnamed realises the inferiority of our chaos shards, a true shard is infinitely more powerful.” The cloak grew over the mask again, as the masks stopped rotating, the mask in front being one screaming in agony. “Its time the Unnamed became serious then.” A small portal opened and a book floated out. It was old, with inscriptions everywhere. The book opened on its own, and a red glow came from within. “Seventh Chapter of the Necronomion: Judgement of the Dark gods.”

He shot her a questioning look at once. "Stop the car, now!" Yolanda ordered. Charles gave her an adamant glare. "What's going on, Yolanda?" But she was barely listening. She was staring at a glowing building just across from them. Charles squinted his eyes, trying to read the sign on the door. It said: We could all die tomorrow. Want to read your palms and tell the future? Stop by the Shaman's house to find out. He turned to look at Yolanda, a puzzled look on his face.

It is recommended that you read the other books in this series before this one. “I need your help, Emlyn,” I say as I pace back and forth in my office. I need to figure out how to get my mate here before the war and I need to figure out how to tell Emlyn that I want my mate as acting Luna, even though I just got Emlyn to agree and move here to do it. “I thought that was kind of what I was doing here, Cohen,” she says. I go to run my hands through my long hair, but I forgot I put it up in a man-bun. I desperately need a haircut.

"You look far from willing." Envy flinched. Luna tightened invisible chains around him and he went rigid in agony. “Enough,” Luna hissed. “We aren’t here for banter.” She lifted her hand. Hell quaked. Demons shrieked. The rivers of fire churned as if straining against her lunar energy. “We are here,” she went on, her gaze shifting to Lucifer, “to take you away with your weapons and the book of Life as you already know. Oh and kill Chaos."

I wanted to tell her about it just like I promised to do after reading the first entry of the journal but I suddenly couldn’t do that anymore. I wanted to read more. The journal sucked me in at just the first entry and I closed it the moment I was done with the first entry as I was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions that I can not explain. I wanted to know who Mason was. Who Luna really was. If she was even real. If she was able to protect herself and her brother till the end. Maybe because she was an Omega like me born into a family of Omegas, I longed to know how she ended up and so no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that I needed to do the right thing by showing the journal to

“What about our remaining children, our territory, our people who need their Luna?” “The pack will have to come here,” the New Primordial says. “Or Mabel stays alone. Those are the only options.” It disappears completely and I’m left standing at the convergence point feeling the seed’s anchor beneath my feet, feeling the bridge between old and new cosmic law running through me like roots. I’m trapped here for the rest of my life, bound to maintain cosmic balance because I was the only one who could plant the seed. Alistair is looking at me with devastation in his eyes because he understands what this means, his Luna can never return to their territory, can never run through forests with the

"What does that mean? What is a Luna?" Liam gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. "The Luna is the Alpha's mate. The Queen of the Pack. Her authority is equal to the Alpha's." My mouth went dry. Queen. The word echoed in my head, heavy and terrifying. I wasn't just dating a guy; I was being drafted into a monarchy I didn't understand. "I'll explain everything later," Liam said abruptly, pulling the car up to the curb. I hadn't even realized we were at school. "Right now, you’re going to be late."

"Because she knows something we don't." --- That night, Luna couldn't sleep. She walked through the mansion alone. The halls were quiet. She stopped outside the old library. The door was slightly open. She pushed it. Inside, books covered every wall. Ancient records. Bloodline histories. Council documents. Luna walked toward the shelves. She searched for anything about the First Child. After several minutes, she found a book with no title. She opened it. The first page contained a symbol. Moon. Shadow. Light.