Iko Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

A girl cloaked in shadow, standing alone as the world burned. Two children—twins, just like them—holding hands as the moon glowed whole again. > “Their fate lies in your hands. Will they inherit peace… or ruin?” The Rebirth Moon Ceremony Back in the clearing, Selene raised a golden chalice filled with sacred moonwater. “We gather under the Rebirth Moon,” she intoned, “to honor Iris’s sacrifice and vow unity.” Liora raised her hand, golden light spilling from her fingers. “As Luna of Light, I vow compassion and strength.”

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.

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.”

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.”

It grounded me more than I liked to admit. We were only two days out from the Luna Ceremony, and Crescent Moon was wound tight as a drawn bowstring. Banners fluttered along the main paths, their colors snapping in the winter air. The ceremonial circle had been cleared and re-cleared, the ground smoothed, the wards layered so thick I could feel them humming beneath my skin whenever I passed too close.

4 months have passed since the day I returned "home" And today, is the day I am crowned Luna of the Blood Moon Pack. I was excited, yet, I'm feeling really uneasy. Why? I don't know. So now, Diana is still busy doing my make-up and hair. I could feel Diana pulling my hair. "Diana! What are you doing to my hair- ouch!" "Relax Annabel. Trust me." The pulling continued before she finally said finish. "And voila!" "Finally-" "And now, make-up."

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?