Iko Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

The curtains were drawn, allowing only thin strips of moonlight to spill across the bed, painting everything in soft silver. His fingers traced invisible patterns along my bare arm, slow and deliberate, as though he never wanted the moment to end. “Stay with me,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “You don’t need anything else, Aria. Not your pack, not the throne. Just me.” I smiled, tilting my head to look at him. Damon had a way of speaking that made everything sound certain like the future was already written, and all I had to do was step into it.

said the crown . " They were talking about a prophecy , what was it about ?" asked Cynthia . " The prophecy states ... The moon princess has access to powers beyond one's imagination and can't be killed .However no one is immortal , you can only be killed by the only Demon left from the bloodline of your father as he is the strongest Demon in existence .You both are linked .Either he kills your or you kill him on the bloody moon day or you both die . If you both die the balance of nature would be disturbed and it could cause destruction in all the three worlds . Your magic won't work on him his magic won't work on him and his magic won't work on you . This is the way you could know who he is

“That’s the oldest of them all The Chronicle of the Silver Howl. No one has opened it in a long time.” The cover felt warm in Aria’s hands. She glanced at the others before slowly pulling it open. A swirl of silver dust rose from its pages, and the faint whisper of an ancient chant filled the air. The words written inside glowed softly under her touch. As the pages turned on their own, an illustration emerged of an image of a wolf with eyes that mirrored the moon itself. Beneath it, a name glimmered: Lunara, the First Daughter of the Moon. Aria’s breath caught. “That’s the name Selene mentioned.”

Kieran’s POV Briony's words weighed like a stone against my chest. She said in a hushed, respectful voice, "Kieran, the Lunar Queen is more than just a myth." She is reborn every hundred years. And this time... Evans, I think. I could feel the chill creeping up my spine even though the air in Briony's hut was heavy with herbs and the smell of burning incense. Across from me, the elderly healer sat with her hands folded in her lap and dark eyes from unspoken words.

She said, "Me neither." I replied, forcing a smile. "So, about my lilies, when are you going to have the maids plant them?" She questioned. "When Riel gets back, he will inform the maids." I answered. "Thank you Ducalion." The door creaked open and Riel stepped inside. "She said the next lunar eclipse should happen anytime from next month Alpha." Riel said. "That's not too long, this month is already almost over." I said.

Kael replied. “Helpful explanation.” He gave her a small smile. “They tell the story of the Twenty Moons.” Luna ran her fingers across one of the glowing carvings. The moment she touched it, a powerful wave of energy rushed through her. Her vision exploded with light. Suddenly she wasn’t standing in the stone circle anymore. She was somewhere else. A massive sky stretched above her. Twenty enormous moons filled the darkness, glowing in different colors—silver, blue, violet, gold.

The moon hung low in the sky, its silver light casting an ethereal glow over the clearing. It was a waxing gibbous, nearly full, the night thick with anticipation for what was to come. Tomorrow, they would march on Sakura Heiei, a mission to rescue Johnson, Isagani, and the others who had been captured. Alice knew she had to be ready—her powers of vision, psychometry, and telepathy were their key to survival. But controlling them in this era had always been a struggle, and tonight was her last chance to master them before the dangerous mission.

Selene’s voice echoed smoothly across the vast expanse of the chamber. She stood at the epicenter of a massive, circular ritual array that had been carved directly into the heart of the volcano's peak. The lines of the diagram were not filled with ink, but with a sluggishly flowing, luminescent crimson fluid that pulsed in perfect rhythm with the neon-green fractures in the sky outside the massive arched window. Resting on a raised stone altar before her was the forbidden text of the First Hunter Council, its pages turning slowly in an unseen, freezing draft.

But he knew she had a fair share of problems handed to her as well. "And now the Elders of Cosmic Moon pack shall bless our future Alpha reciting the ancient chants as dictated by the Lunar Almanac" Mikkel was snapped out of his thoughts at Alpha Hesiod's proud booming voice. Great, the Lunar Almanac again. Mikkel thought bitterly. "As much as I appreciate history and anything ancient. That book is way outdated and filled with crap. I could personally attest to that since I read most of it." Megaara walked over to his with a glass of water and joined him by leaning against the wall to stare at the busy stage.