Novel & Cerita Levana Lunar Chronicles

I wrote three letters, each addressed to Darius, Aeron, and Smith. “I still don’t see why the vampires are involved in this,” Janet said when I finished writing the third letter. “They had us convinced for years that they’ve been extinct. They’ve been deceiving us since time immemorial.” “Just send the letters, Janet,” I replied. I completely understood why she was frustrated about involving the vampires. But whether we liked it or not, they were one of us as children of the moon goddess. “I’ll create a portal and send the letters. I’ll also create a map to lead them to where they need to be gathered tomorrow,” she said. I gave her a nod and a look of appreciation.

The sky that night was not its usual silver. It was red. A blood moon loomed over the Lunar Pack, casting an eerie glow across the mountains. Shadows danced across burning huts. Screams pierced the air. Smoke curled high into the heavens—as if the stars themselves were mourning. Lyra’s heart pounded in her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around a crying infant—Snow. Her daughter. Her Moon Goddess reborn. “Zane!” she screamed, her voice raw with panic. “They’re coming!”

"Let him. The Cross identity will hold." "Should I be worried about what he might find?" "You should be worried about making the pilot program flawless. I'll handle Morrison." Elena spent the next week managing two worlds simultaneously. Days were devoted to NovaTech…hiring, strategizing, building legitimate business infrastructure. Nights belonged to PhantomByte, strengthening her underground position and ensuring no one connected her identities. "You're stretching too thin," Luna warned during a encrypted call. "The Bratva are asking questions about your availability." "Let them ask. I've delivered everything promised."

"Amelia. Your grandmother." My heart skips a beat. Dora purses her lips, seething with anger. "Did you know my grandmother?" I ask doubtfully. Levi's grandfather nods. "I saw her once, at the moon dance," he says. His gaze turns sad. "She was my destined Luna." I feel like my heart might stop because of the shock. Levi squeezes my hand, feeling what I feel. "I... I didn't know..." I whisper. "No one knew," Levi reacts. "Until now it's been a secret, even to my grandfather."

Lucien’s eyes darkened. “They’re testing me again,” he snarled. “Lunar storms are due. The dampeners will flicker.” Vera’s pulse raced. “The tremors start at midnight. You’ll lose control again.” Lucien rose to his feet, chains rattling like thunder. “Then I need you now—before I snap.” He leaned in until their breaths mingled. “Hold me. Anchor me.” She hesitated. The thought of binding her power to his savage wolf—untamed, explosive—filled her veins with equal parts dread and determination. “How?”

I mean he is an alpha, there must be lots of girls who wanted this position of Luna so they could stand by him. Furthermore, having a male Luna is frowned upon since they cannot produce an offspring. But anyways, let’s not think about that yet. Going back to the main topic, the thing that kept on giving me a headache wasn’t because of his pack members but instead it was my wolf, Lisa. Lisa have told me that the first time me and Leon met, she already knew we were mates but because I was suffering from my past rejection, Lisa didn’t tell me, not wanting to worry me. But since that day Lisa and Leon’s wolf have been communicating with each other and their bond has strengthened. Meaning she wan

What kind of imagination was that? “How’s your leg?” Finally he showed his attention. “It’s getting better, I don’t feel pain anymore,” she responded. “Thanks for bringing me to the best hospital and orthopedist in Los Angeles.” Alfonso just nodded. Since Siena was injured, he indeed felt guilty, because he was the one suggesting them to take the hillside route. That was why he arranged the best treatment for her. “I’ve been wondering….” Siena’s voice broke his train of thoughts. “I think ‘one full moon’ means one month. Revolution should be referring to the earth circling the sun. So ‘one revolution’ means a year.”

Confused as to what I had to do with all of this. “Whispers on the wind. Shadows in reflections talked of her reincarnation. A wolf that can link the shifter and witch communities. Selene had created the first shewolf derived from Lycans. The first she-wolf born of lycan parentage. Our Celtic heritage called her Onara Eardwulf, meaning Royal Land Wolf. But she grew power crazed and believed sorcery was dangerous and should be eliminated. Powers rose against her time after time and we can only backdate her longest survival to 25 years.”

She was the best and only mate I would have and no one else. As I finished my speech which was longer than anyone else. We were ready to bury her so she became one with the earth. But before we could do that, an unknown woman walked into the funeral room, “What are you guys doing?“ The woman asked in a confused tone. “Sorry, we are not seeing anyone today, we're having a funeral for the Luna.” A fellow warrior said. “Funeral?... for who?“ She questioned “Our Luna, Jackqualine Moon” Jacob answered.

She began chanting those words again under her breath and the glasses on the chandelier started to rattle, the cutleries in the kitchen started to levitate and slowly the candles too except the ones surrounding us in the circle. A sharp wind blew across the room carrying a lot of just with it and setting the levitating candles off, once again only the ones surrounding us in the circle were still lit. The events didn’t seem to phase Sheina nor Avery but Karl whose eyes were open throughout the enchantment, the spell casting went on for a while Sheina’s eyes switched colours a couple of times until finally landed back to their normal shade. The chanting stopped and Sheina let go of Avery’s han