Cinder Lunar Chronicles Fan Art Novels & Stories

POV DARLENE The sound of the Final Luna rising was not a splash, but a tectonic groan. She was a titan of liquid mercury and starlight, her silver-skinned form towering so high that her crown of frozen time seemed to scrape the very fabric of the cosmos. As she stood in the Western sea, her colossal scythe cast a shadow that stretched across the continent, plunging the North back into a premature, artificial night. I stood in the wreckage of the Sub-Lunar Foundry, my arms still vibrating from the destruction of the Master Template. Eryx held me tight, his bronze skin hot against mine, his pulse finally free of the mechanical ticking—but something else was wrong.

CHAPTER 64: The Fool In The Game Luna Elodie’s POV One week had passed since I sent Mr. Connor to investigate and gather more about Pyra, and my patience was wearing thin. The silence from his end felt suffocating, and it gnawed at my nerves. I leaned back a little in my chair, letting my eyes wander over the piece of art I’d drawn earlier. It was simple yet detailed to perfection—a sketch of the crescent moon encircled by flames.

I should have Syd take a picture so I can see it. “Your waning crescent….” I cut her off, “Gezz Syd, yeah, I thought you knew these Luna’s have a waxing crescent, and Lumiere’s have a waning crescent. Is that why…” This time she cut me off. “You have a star with the waning crescent.” “What?”

The lantern light danced along the blade. “It’s ancient,” he said. “Hundreds of years old. One of my family’s ceremonial tools. We use it to bind new members into the Blue Moon Pack.” Lydia’s heart began to pound. “You want me to… join the pack?” He nodded and placed the knife flat on the desk. “Yes. Temporarily—until we figure out what’s wrong with your scent and your wolf. You’re considered Luna… and my mate. If we can’t even mind link each other or connect with the pack, they’ll get suspicious. And that could cost us. Don’t forget—some of us are Lycans. The rest are wolves. But Lycans can sniff things out quickly.”

But Luna and the rest of her roommates had passed the age when they could easily fall asleep at that hour. Soon she heard the hinges creaking. Luna peeked with one eye open. She saw a pale light coming from a candle the nun was holding, and after a few moments, the door closed. She counted from one to thirty. It was the number of steps one makes from the front of their room to the staircase. “Mina, light the candles,” Luna whispered to the one lying on her right. Mina, her ginger-haired friend, crawled out of her bed immediately, headed to the table, and lit the candles. When the pale light flooded inside the room, they left their beds one by one.

No, she wasn't. “Liar.” I scoffed and shot a concerned look at the maid. “There, Miss what?” “Shopia, your Highness.” I took a glance at myself in the mirror and fixed my hair before speaking again. “Miss Shopia, don’t let her leave this room until I return.” “S—she is my Luna. A—Am I really allowed to force her to stay?” asked the maid. She was afraid. Although the scent of her body denoted a warning to the men who are interested in her, it also upheld that she had become the Luna of Crescent Pack the moment I marked her. It would be official anytime now if she wants it.

4 months have passed since the day I returned "home" And today, is the day I am crowned Luna of the Blood Moon Pack. I was excited, yet, I'm feeling really uneasy. Why? I don't know. So now, Diana is still busy doing my make-up and hair. I could feel Diana pulling my hair. "Diana! What are you doing to my hair- ouch!" "Relax Annabel. Trust me." The pulling continued before she finally said finish. "And voila!" "Finally-" "And now, make-up."

“You can’t just go there.. “It is an equivalent exchange, Bryer. He now has what I was once and now it’s time for him to pay the price. Whether he agrees to let you go or not, I am making you my Luna on the full moon which is a few days away from today. The full moon is still a week and half away and if Jacqueline is fast enough. I should be able to get things back on the right track. I have had my eyes on Malachi since we were kids and I won’t allow any no-name wolf to take him away from me. “I have got a call to make” turning around he walks out of the room while a mocking smirk appears on my face. This is it, the way to stir up the emotions I need from him. He will create all the time I n

“We should rejoice, Kingdom of the Lycans! After a thousand years— the Goddess has chosen another Luna to save us from a catastrophe that the higher heavens bestowed!” Yulo’s announcement made the crowd roar in excitement and happiness about the new Luna.

Luna's writing reflected not only the events but also the emotions embedded in each word, creating a profound narrative that resonated with the mystical energies of Nampa. As Luna composed the chapter, she delved into the intricacies of the elders' sacred gathering, the revelation of the prophecy, and the acknowledgment of her place within the cosmic design. The quill paused at times, as if capturing the weight of the revelations in the ink, the gravity of a young wolf ascending to the revered position of an elder. In the margins, Luna sketched symbols that held personal significance—a crescent moon, a celestial bridge, and the intertwined roots of the sacred tree. These illustrations served