Iko Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

I asked. "I have been looking for my mate ever since I was made the Luna of the pack after my father died," Finn said, taking a deep breath. I could see the pain of having lost his father in his eyes. He continued. "And now I have found you, my mate and my destiny, " Finn said. "We need to let every member of the pack know, " Finn said. "We need to let the pack members know what?" I asked. "We need to announce you as my Luna," Finn said,

"Proof that you're one of us." I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "What kind of proof?" Thane nodded, and one of the other wolves stepped forward, holding a small, leather-bound book. "This is the Lunar Pack's chronicle," Thane explained. "It contains the history of our pack, including the names of all our members." The wolf opened the book, revealing yellowed pages filled with handwritten text. Thane pointed to a specific entry, and I felt my heart skip a beat as I read the words:

The circle around us glowed faintly, the white chalk igniting with soft, silvery light. Yuvonne closed her eyes and began to chant softly, her voice carrying in the wind. "By blood, by bond, we stand as one, A promise sworn beneath the sun. No lie shall pass, no truth undone, Bound until our task is done." As she spoke, I felt a tingling sensation spread from my wrist, traveling up my arm like warmth sinking into my bones. I glanced down and watched in astonishment as the blood on my skin shimmered, shifting and reshaping itself into an intricate symbol—a crescent moon surrounded by swirling lines. The same mark appeared on Yuvonne’s left arm.

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.

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

But today, her focus was off, and she knew why. It was a Dragon Moon--just not for their kingdom. Rather, the kingdom directly to their north, Hightower, would be forced to make the sacrifice that night. Every time a Dragon Moon rolled around, Nya found it difficult to concentrate, even when it wasn’t her kingdom who would choose someone to be taken by the dragon. Just the idea that the bastard would be flying through the sky, filling the air with shrieks and fire, claiming another innocent life. Even if it wasn’t a citizen from Frindom, it was a person who would be dead soon enough, someone who was blameless, and that wasn’t right.

I lowered my head, but Kyron didn’t slow or acknowledge anything. He marched up the stairs like he was trying to outrun the fury burning in him. At the top of the landing, he finally stopped. He didn’t turn. He didn’t look back. He simply said, voice clipped and hauntingly calm: “Prepare yourself, Tyla.” My throat tightened. “For what?” I whispered. Kyron’s jaw flexed. “Your Luna ceremony is set for the next full moon.” He walked away. No explanation, no comfort and definitely no warning.