Levana Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

“There. The ground’s warped. Carson’s pack avoids it. Yours too, if I remember the reports. Animals disappear there. Scouts go missing.” “Because it’s cursed?” Camerin asked, unimpressed. Lena didn’t flinch. “Because something sleeps there. Something old. I don’t know what Jaxson plans to wake up, but we’re not going to let him.” ***** (Kathryn’s POV) The wind shifted the moment we stepped off the marked trail. It grew colder, heavier, like it remembered pain and wanted us to feel it too. Lena muttered a low spell under her breath, palms glowing faintly as she walked ahead. Camerin took the rear, his eyes scanning every tree. Tyler stayed beside me, close but quiet. Protective, but trusting.

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

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 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

she asked. "Anything on Elara Nightshade," I answered. "And anything about the last time the river dried." We rummaged through ancient scrolls and cracked leather-bound books. After hours of searching, Ava pulled out a journal—the cover worn, the ink faded. It belonged to Elara. I turned the pages slowly, reading her entries. Her words painted a story not unlike my own—a Luna forced to navigate betrayal, alliances, and an unrelenting prophecy. She wrote of darkness that threatened the pack and of a choice that had to be made—one that could either save Silverclaw or doom it.

It was deliberately hidden in plain sight, blending in with the rest of his office. I scanned the titles again, my mind racing. Was this connected to the slaves? To the strange way he’d been monitoring them lately? I pulled another book from the shelf, this one titled Lunar Legends and Their Secrets. As I flipped through it, a piece of paper fell out and fluttered to the ground. I bent down, picking it up carefully. It was a handwritten note, the ink smudged but still legible: "Potential Moonbound Wolves. Monitor closely. Signs: delayed shifts, heightened instincts, unexplained resilience."

Her greatest concerns were validated by the energy rush she experienced. Raven whispered, her words dripping with hate, "She's awakened." "The lineage of the Silver Luna endures." One of her henchmen moved forward, bowing his head. "Mistress, what should we do?" A menacing smirk curved Raven's lips. Before she poses a threat, we eliminate her. Bring the others together. The time has come.

However, Ophelia could not shake off the feeling of familiarity she felt. Lucien raised the blade. “I don’t know how you survived, but you’re too late. You can’t stop me.” He laughed. “Actually, you’re right on time to have a front row seat to the complete emergence of the first Vrykolakas. Now, we just have to wait for the moon to be at its peak. And when he rises, the world will bow to me.” Aaron stepped forward. “You bastard. Aren’t you being a little too cocky?”

“Return her to me.” I exhale a sharp laugh. “Someone of yours? Now, that is funny.” I step forward, eyes locked on his. “From what I remember, Louisa left your pack thirteen years ago. That’s over a damn decade, Gaines. If she ever wanted to be your Luna, don’t you think she would have found her way back to you?” I raise a brow. “But she didn’t, did she?” His face darkens as a growl rises in his chest.

The scenario turned awkward, and the tension built just watching it unfold. “Did I ask something wrong?” “No,” he answered. “I lead them like an alpha, but I'm not an alpha. In the early days when the curse began in families, some had crescent moons as their mark. The alphas get a full moon. That hasn't happened in over ten generations.” “But wolves still need a leader,” Orion chipped in. “That's why Mr Franklin, being the one with more experience, is doing that for us.” “Are we done lecturing the newbie so we can get back to business at hand?” Cameron spoke impatiently.