Novel & Cerita Lunar Chronicles Levana

SELENE “Just go Evelyn, that estate would be a better place for you to avoid more troubles.” I said, my voice low. “More troubles? I am yet to start.” Evelyn muttered then she smiled. “Alpha, I have one piece of information that would shock you.” “Go on.” Zarek said, his voice deep. “Alpha Zarek,” Evelyn said louder this time, her voice trembling but sharp as a blade, slicing through the stunned silence like it had been waiting for this moment. “Your sister Leila is pregnant. And your Luna—your beloved Selene—has known about it since day one.”

Zaria tensed. Elder Virren, the eldest among them, lifted his head. The blue lunar flames around the chamber flickered with his movement. “We will be direct. Has Leora found her mate?” Zaria’s stomach dropped. “No, Elder. Not yet.” A wave of disapproval swept through the room. Maelin clicked her tongue. “Unacceptable.” Rahv’s voice followed, low and heavy. “We granted the Luna one month’s grace to seek her destined mate. An entire moon cycle.”

The air in the Eighth Peak felt static, charged by the transmission from the lunar colony. Through the stabilizer’s sensors, I felt the frequency—a clean, melodic signal that hummed in sharp contrast to the gritty, rhythmic thud of our boilers. ​"Elara, he’s leaving." Leo’s voice was a frantic whisper. "Harl has the secondary transport ship—the one we recovered from the Great Rift. He’s fueled it with the refined coal-slurry. He’s gathered fifty of the best engineers. They think the moon is a sanctuary."

"Amelia. Your grandmother." My heart skips a beat. Dora purses her lips, seething with anger. "Did you know my grandmother?" I ask doubtfully. Levi's grandfather nods. "I saw her once, at the moon dance," he says. His gaze turns sad. "She was my destined Luna." I feel like my heart might stop because of the shock. Levi squeezes my hand, feeling what I feel. "I... I didn't know..." I whisper. "No one knew," Levi reacts. "Until now it's been a secret, even to my grandfather."

After sending the message, Luna stayed on the chat interface with Levian, waiting for his reply. She murmured, "Are you asleep or busy?" Her cell phone rang when she was about to fall asleep. Luna opened her eyes, and looked at her phone. Levian sent her a text: 'Good night.' She smiled. She enjoyed chatting with him every day. It was a cold night, and Levian was sitting alone in the yard. He was holding a cigarette, his expression obscured by the smoke. He was holding his phone with another hand, showing the chat interface with Luna.

“The power of the Lunar Alpha flows within you.” A ripple of murmurs spread among the warriors watching from the sacred ground. I turned, my gaze sweeping across them, and found Kael, Luca, Lyanna, and the others standing at the edge of the sanctuary. They bowed. And in that moment, I knew—I was no longer just Elara. I was their leader. I was the Lunar Alpha. By nightfall, the Lunar Ceremony had begun. The clans gathered in the sacred clearing, the moon high above us, bathing everything in silver light. Drums echoed in the distance, a rhythmic beat that sent vibrations through the air.

He had chosen her, chosen to give his life for hers. "And because of that choice," Selene continued, "the curse is broken." Adrian stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest. "The curse… is broken?" Selene smiled. "Yes. Verena, the lycan soul that has been trapped for centuries, will awaken in Morana. She is the key to your happiness, Adrian. You and Morana will live together, free of the curse, for eternity." Adrian’s breath caught in his throat. "Verena will awaken in Morana?"

"I am Luna Levana of the White Moon pack." The woman standing before me introduced herself. She had a soft demeanour and a kind smile that immediately put me at ease. She was tall and slender and wore loose jeans with a classy top. "Hello," I gave a small wave. "White Moon pack is the second pack the Alpha Prince conquered." Another woman stepped forward. She looked older than Levana but carried an innate fire and vibrancy that made her seem younger "I am Avalon Von Stein, the Royal Historian," she introduced herself.