Levana Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

When the light flared, the moons bled. “How long?” Zevran asked. Kaelira listened. The pulse under her skin matched the basin’s rhythm, and there, between beats, was the telltale drag of an eclipse beginning to imagine itself. “Before the Black Moon rises?” She exhaled. “Days.” Zevran looked at her then—not as a king weighing a weapon, not as a soldier measuring a risk. As a man who had learned to count breaths with someone else’s life threaded through his own. “We can’t walk that distance in time.”

Can you tell me all about it? [Sure. They don’t call it a year like you do—it’s called a Lunar Cycle. We are currently in the 19th day of Velyra, 812 LC. The months of the Lunar Cycle are as follows:] --- Dawnhallow — equivalent of January. Meaning “Birth of Light.” Season: Winter. Lunar Magic Effects: Rebirth & Divine Blessings; spells of renewal are strongest. Frostmere — equivalent of February. Meaning “Frozen Stillness.”

On Selene's warriors. “The Rebel Wolves...” Orion whispered. One of the oldest elders staggered backward. “No...” “Not here...” “Not inside Blackridge.” Lucan reached into the box again. He pulled out an old leather journal. Several pages had been torn out. The remaining pages contained names, dates, meetings, and payments. One sentence caught my attention. “The Moonborn will leave through the western path before sunset.” It was written for the exact day Ariana had disappeared. Someone had betrayed her.

⸻ Before leaving, Riven took Elara to the old records chamber. She looked around. “Why are we here?” “Because you need to see something.” He removed a book from a shelf. Unlike the others, this one was not protected. It was worn. Used. Almost forgotten. “What is it?” “Records from before the Moonfall attack.” Elara opened it carefully. The pages were filled with names. Families. Bloodlines. Promises. Then she saw it. A symbol. Two crescent moons. Not one. Two. “What is this?”

I swallow down the worry building in my chest. “So this incident with Saint and Kas is going to happen when we are on maternity leave?” Lenora keeps writing notes, pushing down whatever emotions were ready to spill over. “May? June?” “I looked at the moon, Beta Lenora. It was full.” Delilah assures her. “I believe it was the Flower Moon in May. If I can get access to Kas and Alpha Bronx’s bedroom window, I can show you the position in the sky to determine the exact day and time.”

Laura said confidently. “Are you sure about that, Laura?” I asked, turning to face her. “Yes, my Lady,” Laura said, bowing before me. “Even Alpha Leonhard could sense that Liira—Loreen’s end—was approaching. Yesterday, I heard him howling—he only howls on a full moon. He is still connected to his daughter. He must know that the pup’s time is near,” Laura stated firmly. “Interesting. How does an alpha sense such things? Has Victoria’s behavior changed as well?” I asked, watching Laura closely.

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.

Here's a little cheat sheet for the packs. Alpha Merrick and Luna Gracelyn - Harvest Moon Alpha Zion (currently unmated but that may change soon;)) - Blue Moon Alpha Aydin and Luna Tessa - Waning Moon Alpha Kolter and Luna Kinsley - Waxing Moon Alpha David and Luna Christina - Silver Moon ......................................................... “So,” she continued, her tone lighter, “with that being said, Blood Moon pack will not be a part of this war and I will be keeping a close eye on them.”

I'd been too busy with other things to listen to her stories. I crouched beside the nearest planter, brushing a fingertip across one of the brittle leaves. I had no idea what was wrong with it. And for the first time...That bothered me. "The luna usually handled this herself," the servant admitted quietly. "We've tried following her notes, but..." He trailed off. "But what?" "...She never wrote down everything." Of course she hadn't, Some things she'd simply memorized. "Find someone familiar with herbs." "Yes, Alpha." The servant hurried away.

“Delilah, you asked for Kas to be here today?” “Yes.” She stands up and clasps her hands in front of herself. She doesn’t have her usual carefree expression and her eyes are a dull blue. “We all know Luna Regent, Goddess Iokaste Latmus Mason’s birthday is next week. This means we are eight months away from Aphrodite’s promise to take what’s most precious to her.”