Novel & Cerita Lunar Chronicles Jacin

Crimson seeped into my flesh like ink spread across paper as I stood in the middle of it all, my bare feet sinking into the slippery ground. In front of me, corpses extended in all directions; wolves, Lycans, and soldiers of all types, their bodies contorted in pain, their dead eyes gazing into space. I turned with cautious, hesitant steps, my pulse thumping in my chest, and a shiver ran down my spine. A whisper—a voice that seemed both familiar and alien—was carried by the howling wind. *Rhea.* I turned abruptly, and she was standing there. Originally, Jacqueline was the Luna Queen.

“Your Luna? Are you fucked up in the head?” Jaxon responds as Jace seethes by his side. Trying to keep his wolf contained. “Cleo is my luna, the pack’s luna…and the child..” Than stops, an almight roar bellowing out of Jace, a smirk forming across his face before he continues. “…will be my heir.” Jace’s wolf is on the precipice of taking control, of seeking out blood.

His hands pushed against Jasper’s chest, but his head was held in place, immobile. Amid the tension, Leon's gaze caught sight of the night sky, and he noticed that the moon was nearly full. “Damn it!” Leon's heart skipped a beat as a rush of realization hit him. He suddenly remembered something Elian had mentioned: Aric's condition was tied to the full moon, but what time exactly? Morning, noon, or night? He hadn’t asked for any specifics. "I can't waste any more time!" With that thought, Leon pushed all other concerns aside. As Jasper deepened the kiss, Leon seized the opportunity. With a surge of strength, he shoved Jasper away, quickly breaking free from his hold.

“The only danger in that room was you. Don't you have a brain, Lycena? How could you be so vulgar and insensitive? You tried to make Jocelyn look like a liar in front of everyone. Do you even care if we all die tonight?” Her lips curl into a mocking smile. “I care about you, Caspian, and whether you believe it or not, I care about this pack. But you? You’re still so blinded by your past that you can’t tell the difference between love and manipulation. Jocelyn left you. She’s not your Luna. I am your Luna.”

Rowan didn’t stay; he melted away again, already part of the night. The moment he crossed the threshold, the grip on my lungs loosened. But Jace didn’t follow. He pushed off the column with deliberate slowness, silver ash trailing from his fingertips like dust. He dragged one hand along the altar, leaving a streak of dark powder that glowed faintly in the torchlight. When he lifted his hand, words curled into existence across the stone. Severing Moon—8. Eight nights. My gut turned cold. Jace’s smile widened when his gaze met mine. Then he simply stepped backward into the shadowed lane, and when the torchlight flickered again, he was gone.

Jace straightened, and when he spoke again, his voice rang out over the entire gathering — louder than the bell, colder than the moonlight, and final. "I, Alpha Jace of the Makasi Moon Pack, refuse to let this fat thing be my Luna."

I lifted a brow at him for growling at me until Scylla placed a hand on his arm that had suppressed the Beta inner beast. I could return the favor with my magic even if he tried to attack me. Although Dominic has not marked me yet because it's too soon for me to return to the Blue Moon, I'm still his Luna. "Lippy," Scylla went around Malik and jumped for a hug. "I missed you." "I do, too," I whisper and feel a menacing glare from Malik. Ignoring him, I pulled Scylla apart. "What are you doing here and out of the lake?"

“Are as followed. Twenty warriors a week will be brought to Lunar Isle and treated like citizens for the duration of their stay.” Ryker’s smile dripped charm. The kind that had my stomach swirling with butterflies. “We are nothing if not hospitable here on Lunar Isle.” “Mmm,” I continued. “Secondly, I’m going to need a potion for nightmares. I take a dosage nightly to help me sleep. The ingredients can be a pain in the ass to find, but I know you can get your hands on them.” Sterling swiped a strawberry off the table and bit into it. “If not I’m sure Jude can grow them.”

Caleb approached cautiously, his instincts warning him of the power radiating from the wolf. “You’ve come far, Alpha,” the wolf’s voice rumbled, low and heavy with wisdom. Caleb dipped his head respectfully. “I’ve come seeking answers.” The wolf’s gaze bore into him, as though searching the depths of his soul. “The Moon Goddess has shown her mercy,” he began, his words deliberate and filled with weight. “Luna has been granted the rarest of gifts—a second chance. She was reborn, her essence intertwined with another’s body, as decreed by the Moon Goddess eighteen years ago.”

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