Novel & Cerita Levana Lunar Chronicles

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.”

The Leap into the Void The cargo ramp hissed open, and the freezing breath of the Alps roared into the hold. Below them, the world was a jagged, moonlit landscape of white peaks and bottomless black ravines. Somewhere in that frozen "Labyrinth" was the Alpine Vault—the "Master-Ledger" that was currently trying to "Re-Index" the soul of the planet. "See you at the 'Zero-Hour' point," Ethan shouted over the wind. He didn't wait. He kicked the release.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

My eyes darkened. “You don’t get to refuse.” “I just did.” Some wolves laughed. Pathetic. He stepped closer. I could smell his fear under the arrogance. “You’re not dying in battle,” he said quietly. “That would make you a legend.” He smiled wider. “You’re dying as a sacrifice.” Lucan went still. “What?” he growled. An elder stepped forward. “The Blood Moon has risen,” he said. “The Moon Goddess demands balance.” Another added, “Too much chaos, and too much blood have been spilled.”

⸻ 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.