Novel & Cerita Levana Lunar Chronicles

EVELARA I gazed at the book before me. Stunned and somewhat nervous. All this while I was thinking of finding some mention of this name somewhere, or perhaps a chapter, but I didn't expect to find an entire book out of it. LUNAREETH— the name was written above bold and big with ancient golden inks. The brown leather of the book had turned into ash due to dust. The leather itself had turned edgy and sharp. Seems the book is sitting here for centuries long…

That’s practical. Eliza’s books weren't exactly textbooks—half of them read like fever dreams—but the data was there. I skimmed past the parts about "becoming one with the shadows" (thirteenth-century nonsense, surely) and focused on the accounts of Volana men and women who could harness the lunar cycle to amplify their physical pressure. I can’t believe she never told me, I thought, tracing an ancient family tree. I can, Caleb’s voice echoed in my head—my internal logic, sharp and cynical. Garrick would have turned us into a lab rat if he knew we could do more than just bleed for him.

In fact, all these years, he had practically raised me as the future Luna. I lowered my eyes and said softly, "Lucian, I want to go to the Moon Goddess' Sacred Ground in three days." The air suddenly went still, and Lucian's gaze darkened sharply. "Freya, you should know what it means once the Sacred Ground is opened." Among the werewolves, only those truly chosen by the Moon Goddess would receive the summons. To set foot on the Sacred Ground was to renounce one's former life of one's own free will.

My name is Aria Nightshade. Daughter of Alpha Lucien Nightshade, the only heir to a bloodline that ruled long before I was born, the future of a pack I once believed I would lead. But that was before I chose love over everything I was meant to be. And this… this is the story of how I lost it all, and how I took it back. I remember the night everything began to fall apart. I was lying in Damon’s arms, my head resting against his chest as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat filled the quiet room. The curtains were drawn, allowing only thin strips of moonlight to spill across the bed, painting everything in soft silver.

The ancient Moonstone embedded deep beneath the roots began to hum with a powerful, resonant frequency. Leo closed his eyes tight as a massive wave of dormant memories flooded back into his consciousness. *I remember her clearly now,* the wolf whispered. Aiden stepped closer, his voice small. "Who do you see, Leo?" Leo’s voice trembled with an immense, ancient emotion. *The very first Luna of our kind.* "What was her name?" Leo slowly opened his glowing eyes, looking up at the illuminated leaves. *Selene.* At that exact moment, Orion came racing up from the dark archives, carrying the ancient, fragile book securely in his arms. "Seraphina! Killian!"

Ava carefully placed the book in front of her. Leana didn’t touch it immediately. Instead she studied the symbols carved into the cover. Her expression slowly shifted from curiosity to something more serious. “Where did you find this?” Draven answered calmly. “It belonged to a witch bloodline connected to the Blood Moon curse.” Leana finally touched the book. The moment her fingers brushed the cover, the air in the room seemed to shift slightly. “Older than I thought,” she murmured. Cassian leaned against the far wall, arms crossed.

The sun was about to set and the yellow lights were turned on in every cottage, making the whole town look beautiful. It was foggy at the peak of the mountain, but I could clearly see the Soare-Luna mountain, which was the tallest mountain in Jivan. Soare-Luna meant Sun-Moon mountains because it was said to be the land of both Sun worshippers – vampires – and Moon worshippers – werewolves. It was said to be the home of God Sol and Goddess Luna. And the Lycan river originated at the top of the mountain. But for some reason, no one had ever made it to the top. I imagined that if it was so beautiful here, it must be exquisite at the top where one would be able to see the entire island of Jiv.

Levi's hands trembled slightly, betraying his eagerness, while Selena's eyes shone with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Levi's trembling fingers gently turned the fragile page, the crinkle of aged parchment filling the room like a whisper from the past. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes traced the inked letters on the yellowed paper. "The moonlit pack has been here for ages," Levi read aloud, his voice laced with a mix of awe and disbelief. The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of a forgotten legacy. He glanced at Selena, who sat beside him, her eyes wide with anticipation, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

“ Lycons are only make believe , “ Vixen interrupted. “ Typical propaganda from the younger generation , “ Vixen pulled out her hand and generated a small locket with a red moon carved against it’s silver casing. “ Open it , “ Compelled to follow Vixen’s order, I took the locket and opened it up. Inside revealed to be a picture of the moon goddess Luna standing side by side another woman covered in black and red tribal paint. “ What is this?, “ Buffy asked. “ This is Luna and her twin sister, Dalia , “ Vixen explained. “ The moon goddess has a sister ? ,” “ Your tribe truly has not told you of your heritage. Have they ? ,” Vixen asked with a heavy sigh. “ Let me explain. Before Luna became t

Verena opened up the book to show how blank it was, saying, "This would only work under the moonlight." Galen nodded, "She is right," he said. "You would be able to read it under the full moon's light." "Rena, you should-" Galen was stunned. He stopped midsentence since he realized that Verena was spacing out. She held the book Lunaria and flipped through its pages as tears started forming in her eyes. "What's wrong, Rena?" he asked. "Why are you crying?" Zoren rushed to make her face him. "What's wrong?" he rushed to ask. "Are you feeling alright? Are you hurt? What's going on? Tell me!"