Lunar Chronicles Jacin Novels & Stories

Cian P.O.V. As everyone on our end settles back into the chairs around the laptop on the table, the maiden stands behind her Queen, which is custom with them, I glance at the time on the top of the computer screen. It’s almost 3 in the morning, and I wonder why I do not feel more tired than I do? The thought does not linger though as Luna Maddison clears her throat. “I think we’re ready for that story now, scribe Josin, and then it’s off to be with all of us. We can regroup in the morning before Liam, the kids and I travel back home with Queen Yrina and Anilop.”

The sun was starting to come up, so Lord Lucas and his men had to stay inside a dark cave near the border of the Red Moon Pack. Lucas was sitting on a cold rock, looking at a small picture of Jillian that he kept inside his pocket. He looked very tired and his eyes were red because he had not slept for a long time.

Lillian sat in the dimly lit library, her fingers tracing the faded ink on the ancient pages. The words blurred together as her mind raced. "In the time before kings and wars, before the first Lycan took his throne, there were the Chosen. And among them was the one who bore the mark of the moon—the first to awaken." Chosen. The mark of the moon. She swallowed hard, her pulse thrumming in her ears. Aedric watched her from across the room, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He had given her the book, given her the truth, but the weight of it pressed against her like an iron chain.

"Daydreaming of your groans on the beach, counting the seconds until the sun sets, and scheming to cancel your entire tracking run with the Elder Luna Queen." Jone lets out a sharp bark of male laughter. "The markers align, save for the final one. You granted my wolf access to the unlimited pack resources treasury, and I fully intend to verify if the vault has a bottom." "Spend it all, Jone. My warriors will be waiting in the royal den. Stripped. Ready." The sudden, heavy thumping of rotor blades cuts through the air, shaking the stone walls of the citadel. "The Moonfang Chronicle scribes have returned," Jone grunts, walking toward the high stone archway to draw the heavy leather drapes. "Th

Nathan shoved off the fence, storming away before he did something stupid—like punch his packmate for implying Rita was anything less than perfect. His phone buzzed. His father’s name flashed on the screen. "I’ll be in New York this weekend," his dad said without preamble. "We need to talk." Nathan’s stomach dropped. He knew. Rita The hidden wing of the library was quieter than usual, the air thick with the weight of centuries-old knowledge. Rita traced the spine of the book Derek had handed her—Lunar Channeling: A Witch’s Guide to Moon Magic. "This is incredible," she murmured, flipping to a page detailing how to store lunar energy in physical vessels. "Gogo never taught me this."

he yelled, horrified. “Goodbye, Brother.” Aikiz shot Ruth. Gasping for air, she looked at her brother’s corpse. She almost broke down in tears, but she had no time for that. Tonight, the moon chose Aikiz to be the new Luna. Her smell changed. In some hours, all the Alphas in the city will discover that she is the queen that can make them eligible to become Lycan. In some hours, all the Alphas will fight to death to print her and claim her womb, whether she accepts it or not. So she has only some hours left to flee.

"To them, we are just humans. Expensive, powerful humans. Don't let your eyes flash, and don't let your scents out. If you do, we leave immediately. Understood?" "Understood, Mommy," Luna said, her voice unusually somber. Even at five, she could feel the heavy, oppressive magic of this land. Leo just nodded, his small jaw set in a line of pure steel. He was dressed in a miniature charcoal suit that mirrored the one Silas had worn the night he broke my heart. It was a petty choice on my part, but I wanted the visual to be a psychological dagger when Silas finally saw him.

he asked, with concern etched on his innocence face. Arachne's eyes never left Lyrien's on the floor. "He's a Moonwhisperer," she explained. "They calm the room, separating darkness and light. But they're also incredibly sensitive to darkness." Erith's gaze turned to Aria. "And Aria's a Shadowbringer, made of darkness." Arachne nodded. "The silver in the bullet that hit Lyrien reacted with his Moonwhisperer blood, causing this...aberration."

“On purpose?” “Twenty hunters or one witch,” Lilith said. “Easy math.” Through their bond, Tamara felt Kai reassess everything. Grief turned to guilt, into something else. “Five days left,” Marcus said, watching the moon set. Five days, traveling with someone marked by the enemy. The woman who could open a window to the Moon King, whenever she wants. The woman who almost died for love. In the distance, something howled. Not wolf. Not human. Not even animal.

It was the fact that I’d have to see her again—Cynthia. Morning came too quickly. I braced myself for whatever was coming today and got ready. The weight of the upcoming confrontation sat heavily on my shoulders as I made my way to the training grounds. When I arrived, a few she-wolves were already there, stretching and warming up. Their quiet chatter filled the air as they prepared for the session. Off to the side, Zayn, Seven, and Seleira stood watching, talking amongst themselves. Zayn caught my eye for a brief second, but I quickly looked away, determined not to let him get under my skin again today.