Novel & Cerita Levana Lunar Chronicles

​The Lunar Ark was not a ship; it was a sarcophagus of gold and glass, buried beneath the regolith of the Tycho Crater for a century. As the Vane siblings and Lyra stepped inside, the air tasted of ancient pine needles and cold, sterile electricity. It was the "Emergency Exit" their father had built for a world that had finally ended, and as the engines hummed to life, Leo felt the violent tug of Earth’s gravity calling them back.

Down the hall, there is an iron door and it is slightly open. My breath caught when I looked through the crack. The basement space stretched out wide, packed with odd old things I didn’t recognize. In the center sat a huge glass-ceramic, while small lamps hung on the walls, giving off just enough glow to make things visible. Leon stood in the center of a strange ring. His left hand had been cut by a blade. Blood dripped from it, landing in a wide ceramic urn filled with fluid. "This is the seventh month." Leon said in a quiet. "The final full moon," he added and almost whispering.

The place is small but comfortable, filled with handmade quilts, family photos, and the lingering scent of baked goods. "Grandma Ruby won't mind," Luna assures us, turning on lamps. "She's always saying her house gets lonely without people in it." "It's perfect," I say gratefully. "Thank you." Once settled, we examine the contents of Selene's leather pouch: detailed astronomical calculations, ritual timing notations, and precise measurements for positioning the Lens in the lighthouse chamber. The information confirms what we've pieced together while adding crucial specifics about the exact moment of alignment—11:17 PM on November 15th, when a particular star configuration will align directly

Layla added, playing with a few strands of her hair, twirling them in her finger. Lucian didn’t say another word after a while which made her think he had left. Layla got up from the bed and sauntered to the window. The bright moon was silently watching over everything from above, like a mighty deity doing its responsibility to guide the lost souls to the right path amid the night. Its beauty was always fascinating in Layla’s eyes. She smiled, peering at the almost perfectly round moon in the night sky. “The full moon is coming,” she whispered, still tilting her head up to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the night despite the growing worry in her heart.

“We should rejoice, Kingdom of the Lycans! After a thousand years— the Goddess has chosen another Luna to save us from a catastrophe that the higher heavens bestowed!” Yulo’s announcement made the crowd roar in excitement and happiness about the new Luna.

As Luna our job is to protect this pack. “Let’s do this.” I whisper to myself. I pull out my phone to check the time. Tristan will be going home in two hours. That doesn’t give me much time, but I will have to make it work. First, I need to write a letter to Tristan and Braxton. Then I will pack quickly.

Teagan's POV It was the claiming ceremony day, our claiming ceremony day. It would be best described as her claiming ceremony because she was the one claiming me. I didn't want her but the Moon Goddess had chosen her as my mate. My mate was no other one than the destructive Lorenzo Nolan. She possessed this power that made men tremble in front of her. Though she loved me and she was always fighting for my love no matter what she did, I would never reciprocate her love.

“But I know what’s at stake. The council expects a Luna. The pack needs a symbol of unity. If Selene comes late, she’ll find you already alone at the center. What message does that send?” I looked away, biting the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood. I hated that he was right. I hated that I was even listening. Lucien paused, then said quietly, “Her name is Maera. She’s one of the elders’ daughters. Been around the palace a while now. Kind. Obedient. Smart. She knows this is temporary — if Selene walks in, Maera will step away.” I stood, slowly. My body ached from the fight, from the waiting, from the weight of a hundred choices.

she said, pointing to other omegas already carrying dishes. Without hesitation, I grabbed the cooler and followed them. I desperately wanted to see what was happening and how happy Elisa looked as she was proclaimed Alpha Caleb’s Luna. We entered the venue, and believe me, everything and everyone looked incredibly elegant. My eyes went wide like someone who had never seen anything beautiful before. It was true.