Iko Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

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 That book is way outdated and filled with crap.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.

Kael stood before the fire, lifting Selene’s hand into the air. “This is Selene Lunari—our Moonborn. Our Alpha Luna.” The wolves bowed. And the moon blazed brighter than it had in centuries. ---

someone was using her as the sacrificial bond. And Aegon was unknowingly delivering the blows. Vimon’s hands shook as she reached for the moonwater vial. “We’re not just racing against time,” she whispered. “We’re racing against a ritual already in motion.” A creak at the door startled her. Nico entered, eyes sharp, face pale. “I think I found the connection.” He placed an old book on the table, dust trailing from its spine. The title was etched in a language long forgotten by most of the pack. Lunaris Venandi. Moon Hunters.

--- The door to his private study closed behind them with a heavy click. Knox walked toward the massive oak desk, then paused. He didn’t sit. Instead, he reached into a drawer and retrieved a leather-bound book. He held it out to her. “What’s this?” she asked, taking it slowly. “History,” he said. “Of the Blue Moon Pack. Of the Lycans. And of course, mates—including scents. I think you might find some answers there. This is all I could do for you before leaving. I hope it’s enough.”

And it was pulsing. Lucian stood over it. He held the Lunar Dagger high. The purple light from his scars was pouring into the blade. Seraphina was kneeling at the base of the anvil, her hands pressed to the floor. She was chanting. A low, rhythmic hum that made the air feel like it was full of static. "You’re late, brother!" Lucian didn't look up. "The first shadow is already touching the moon." "Put it down, Lucian." Kaelor stepped into the light.

Only the Moonborn may wield it. I froze; my heart pounded in my chest. “Mom…” I breathed. “What is all this?” I dug through the rest of the papers. Notes about lunar cycles, sketches of wolves beneath eclipses, and a faded letter addressed to ‘My Daughter, should you seek the truth.’ My heart skipped a beat as I took it out of the crate. I took a deep breath before unfolding it, my mothers voice came alive in the words.

As I wondered who had set them off, a message from Amy popped up. "Carla, aren't they beautiful? Johnny set off all those fireworks for me. If you know what those fireworks mean, you'd better step aside and give up your title as Luna." I smiled. "You can keep Johnny, but the Luna title stays with me." Right after I sent that, Johnny connected with me through our mind-link, his roar giving me a headache. "Carla! What are you doing?! Amy's been crying ever since she texted you! Do you still want to remain as Luna? If you can't do the work, I'll find someone else who can!"

“The bit about ‘thrice-blooded moons’—that’s oddly specific, and connects to what Selene said about ‘much still to be written.’” Nico cleared his throat softly. “If I may, My Queen—the phrase ‘thrice-blooded moons’ is likely a reference to the upcoming lunar trinity. Three full moons that will appear red due to atmospheric conditions, occurring in sequence over the next three months. The first is just two weeks away.” My blood chilled at his words. Not some distant, metaphorical timeline then—a concrete deadline, approaching rapidly. “So they’re setting the stage,” I said, thinking aloud. “Creating a timeline for whatever they’ve planned.”

Conn and I were not far behind him. Curran walked forward and pressed his head to Kara’s. They were the same height and had the same eyes, though Curran was all black. The moment they touched, the matching crescent moon mark that was on Curran’s left flank glowed gently, as if recognizing its counterpart. With a bright flash, the glow burned out.

Lucien's POV The moon's disappearance had no recorded precedent. I had spent the better part of three days confirming that—cross-referencing the citadel's archive against the Priestess's historical records, against the oldest territorial texts I had access to, against everything the kingdom had documented about lunar phenomena since the war ended. Nothing. Not a single account. Not a myth, not a cautionary tale, not even a rumor passed down through pack oral tradition that described a full moon simply ceasing mid-cycle.