Iko Lunar Chronicles Romane & Geschichten

Elder Maera started gently, “This place has heard more confessions than the council chamber ever will.” I smiled faintly, folding my arms as I took it in. “It feels… peaceful.” “That is intentional.” She reached for my hand, with the familiarity of someone who had done this many times before. “Tonight, I wanted to show you something that is not written in any record.” She guided me to the basin and handed me a small vial carved from bone and silver. Inside it shimmered a pale liquid that glowed faintly. “Moonwater,” she explained. “Collected during a triple alignment. Every Luna learns this ritual, though few remember why it matters.”

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.

Ronan’s pov Two hours in, I realized a lot of new details about Liora, one of which was the best; how terrifyingly intelligent she was. “Can you see this? The effect of the Luna Cycle caused it but a lot of people don’t know about this,” Liora scoffed. “Not even some of our teachers. You have to have gone deep into research to understand this concept,” She further explained. “I genuinely think if we laid emphasis here, we would leave everyone blown,”

His words cause my blood to freeze over. “No one is listening to me.” Like an epiphany, the thought makes me realize that no matter what I say or do in this moment, no one would actually listen to me or give me time to defend myself. I resign to my fate, awaiting the arrival of the Moon Council. By dawn, the trey of them arrive, dressed in their silvery-black threaded robes, a symbol of their status of authority. The moment they step into the clearing, the air becomes heavier and the Moon becomes even more focused, her full gaze shining directly upon the forest.

~Selene's POV~ The twins reach five months on a Tuesday, and Selene marks it the way she has marked every month since arriving in Silvermere, with a small private ritual no one else has ever seen, not even Miriam, who she suspects knows it exists but has never once asked about directly. Lior has discovered the mechanics of rolling, and he pursues the activity with the same loud, opinionated energy he brings to everything else in his small life. He flips himself over on the mat with a grunt of effort and immediate triumph, then reaches for whatever happens to be within range, a rattle, the corner of a blanket, once memorably the leg of the coffee table, which he gripped with both hands as tho

“I believe that I know very well who you are… but you don’t get to command her like that.” Selene moved to the shelves and pulled out an old book wrapped in black cloth, as if knowledge could steady the room. She placed it on the table and unwrapped it. The cover bore a faded silver crescent split by three lines. Keira stared. The symbol glowed. Selene’s voice dropped. “The Oracle Record.” The pages turned on their own until they stopped on a bloodline chart. At the top a name in old moon-script caught the light: Aurelia Vale.

"Amaris, you realize that this is in direct contradiction to the orders given to me by both Lyle and Christos right?" Marco said to her. The look on his face was almost pleading. "First of all I am your luna." Amaris did not even get to finish what she was saying when Marco cut her off. "That is technically not right. You were, but now you are no longer since you are no longer marked. Lyle is now Alpha, and you are no longer luna." Amaris stopped mid breath and froze. She did not speak. She backed up a step as if she had been hit. "So what your telling me is that because I was the rightful luna, and queen and then I mated with Lyle, he somehow unmarked me and now he is Alpha and

Again, as she thought of burning lungs and inhuman breath, her mind went to the Dragon Moon, and Nya stopped laughing all together, her face going serious. “What is it?” Gavin asked, no longer laughing either. He was seventeen. This was his last year to have to worry about the Dragon Moon. As the princess, she never had to worry about it. Except for him and her other friends. She didn’t have many--only a few of her ladies’ daughters--but every time the annual festival drew near, she became nervous, afraid the name that would be called out by her father the king would be a familiar one.

"The exact moment Lycaon needs for his ritual." My hands were shaking. I pressed them flat against the table to hide it. "So what happens at this ritual? He kills me?" "That's what I've been trying to figure out." Aria pulled out sheets of paper covered in her own notes, translations, cross-references, sketches of symbols. "The texts are fragmentary. Written in languages that shift meaning depending on context. But the general outline is this: Lycaon needs a Cycle-born at the moment of lunar convergence, when three moons align, which happens once every nineteen years."

“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.”