Lunar Chronicles Jacin Novels & Stories

Where ones that once loved then collided The end of days is now nigh Unless the Unity that once thrived is brought back to life Ruled under the moon, all are bound But fractured by the one who is crowned Weakness hides power Lost at the eleventh hour Hidden by shadows where secrets abound She is not the one who must be found The pen and the sword must work as one To Unite what everyone thought was gone A dead bond the moon tried to reUnite They will once again fail to recognize But the story of the lycan and the runt will not end As there are more than bonds that must mend In denying the gifts of the moon time and time again They show us all we do not always need its guidance In devising the

“Have you finally lost it? As far as I know, and the rest of the werewolf community knows, your Luna died twenty years ago. Reportedly by your own hand.” He growls at that before he gets himself under control and puts a weird smile on his face. “Not my former Luna, Travis” he corrects, his voice laced with condescension. “My new Luna.” My brows furrow. “I don’t know what game you are playing, Gaines, but I don’t have your Luna.” “Oh, I think you do,” he says, taking a step closer making his warriors tense, and mine mirror the movement. The air is electric with tension, one wrong move away from chaos.

Even from atop the wall, Elara could feel powerful magic radiating from it. Old magic. Ancient magic. The chest was carefully opened. Inside rested a single book. --- Gasps erupted among the nobles. The book looked older than anything most of them had ever seen. Its leather cover was cracked with age. Silver symbols decorated the binding. The moment Elara looked at it, something inside her stirred. Recognition. Not conscious recognition. Something deeper. Something instinctive. The Alpha lifted the book carefully. "This is the Chronicle of Luna." Even Lucien's eyes narrowed.

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.

Mara gripped my hand tightly and it was painful. "This is the moment " she murmured. Yeah. This was it. I felt unwell. The pleasant sort of unwell, The kind where your stomach churns and you can't help but grin despite being scared. The moon had risen. Enormous and silver shining intensely . Alpha Gareth remained on the platform wearing his stern expression. He had grown harsher since Luna Seraphine fell ill, and more severe.. Tonight he was conducting the ceremony correctly and that was what matters. "The moon climbs fully bright." His voice was heard through the clearing,silence then fell over everyone. "We come together to mark Dian Drakes Sixteenth birthday and pay tribute to the moon go

Lucas stopped. Blinked. “…What?” “Fine.” Damian leaned his head back against the chair. “I’ll go.” The silence that followed was long enough to be uncomfortable. “You just … agreed.” Lucas said it slowly. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Lucas stood up so fast his cigarette nearly dropped. Damian could practically see forming behind his eyes. “Okay. The moon festival is two months from now … it’s perfect timing, all the packs will be there, oh how glorious…”

" I am, Moana is my sisters gal and if you do not step down from her in the coming ten seconds, she will be my sisters gal who's covered in your blood." As he spoke he opened the right side of suit jacket revealing the black gun outside. Now I understand why people find Jason so scary. I was so spooked that indeed I wanted to move down from me. Of course Alex did not feel to watch, his arrogant nature wouldn't allow him to show someone like Jason that he was spooked. " Okay." He lifted his hands in rendition although the recreation in his eyes noway dissolved." I will see you latterly Moana." He transferred me a wink before he rambled off the cotillion bottom taking a glass of champagne off

Her low chant resonated through the hall, each word soaked in history, each breath a prayer echoing across a century and a half. Jessicah—the fabled Luna of our pack. The only one ever blessed by the Moon Spirit herself. A legend cloaked in grace and power. And tonight, her energy had returned to the land. “She was one of us,” I whispered, watching the light flicker over the carved features of the stone Luna. “And now… she calls again.” “I guess you felt it too,” a familiar voice broke through the sacred quiet. Gideon. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, hair tousled, shirt hanging loose. Two years younger than me and always in a permanent state of just-woke-up grumpiness. But even he looked

“That’s the oldest of them all The Chronicle of the Silver Howl. No one has opened it in a long time.” The cover felt warm in Aria’s hands. She glanced at the others before slowly pulling it open. A swirl of silver dust rose from its pages, and the faint whisper of an ancient chant filled the air. The words written inside glowed softly under her touch. As the pages turned on their own, an illustration emerged of an image of a wolf with eyes that mirrored the moon itself. Beneath it, a name glimmered: Lunara, the First Daughter of the Moon. Aria’s breath caught. “That’s the name Selene mentioned.”