Iko Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

“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.

And the Grove held every word. Luna continued writing, her hand steady, her breath syncing with the Grove’s pulse. Each line she inscribed wasn’t just ink—it was rhythm. She wrote of the lullaby, of the naming, of the warning. She wrote of the child’s breath, the sanctuary’s silence, the flame’s memory. The scroll shimmered beneath her fingers, glowing in silver and violet. Lucien whispered, “It’s alive.” Aria nodded. “It’s listening.” Kaelion stood guard. “Then we protect it.”

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.

All in the Autumn Moon Pack. -----------------

Teagan's POV It was the claiming ceremony day, our claiming ceremony day. It would be best described as her claiming ceremony because she was the one claiming me. I didn't want her but the Moon Goddess had chosen her as my mate. My mate was no other one than the destructive Lorenzo Nolan. She possessed this power that made men tremble in front of her. Though she loved me and she was always fighting for my love no matter what she did, I would never reciprocate her love.