Lunar Chronicles Levana Novels & Stories

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.

Thorne promised, leaping down and reaching out his hands to lower Leo to the grass. "Is this the boy? Is this Leo?" Lady Evelisse Caldermere called out, her sharp voice echoing across the courtyard as she hurried down the stone steps. Leo gave a small, respectful bow as Thorne took his hand, pulling him forward to face the old Luna. "Yes, Mother. This is Leo Ashwynd. Leo, this is the Matriarch." "The Moon Mother has been kind to my son," Lady Evelisse breathed, stepping forward and pulling Leo into a fiercely tight embrace that smelled of old woodsmoke.

On Selene's warriors. “The Rebel Wolves...” Orion whispered. One of the oldest elders staggered backward. “No...” “Not here...” “Not inside Blackridge.” Lucan reached into the box again. He pulled out an old leather journal. Several pages had been torn out. The remaining pages contained names, dates, meetings, and payments. One sentence caught my attention. “The Moonborn will leave through the western path before sunset.” It was written for the exact day Ariana had disappeared. Someone had betrayed her.

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.

The death of Master Levi and Teacher Ailene must have reached Faline Liu and Iwaoka by now. "You have nothing to worry about, Lucian," Jucel assured in a small voice that only him could hear. She was smaller than him so he had to look down at her. The silver-haired woman turned her head to him and smiled. "Chloe Rein is the star. But she couldn't shine if she stayed in the daylight. So, I can be the night." Lucian was nonplussed. His eyes were wide open and his mouth were slightly agape in surprise. He then smiled and nodded in understanding. Both Lucian and Jucel turned back to the training ground, gazing at the third brightest star of Orion, Bellatrix.

A memory of a mother’s heartbeat heard from inside the womb. Selene froze. The "Clear" in her eyes began to ripple. The violet light flowing into her neck surged, turning into a blinding, agonizing gold. "Error," Selene whispered, her hands beginning to shake. "The 'Anchor' is... refusing to be processed. It is... Reminiscing." The Lunar Vault began to shudder. Outside, the "Arbiters" who had fled Earth were approaching the moon, their weapons charging. They weren't going to let the "Executioner" fail.

“You’re saying their line didn't end with them.” “I’m saying the daughter of Darius and Selene,” Maelor whispered. “She is the Moon Titan’s legacy. She isn't just a girl you found in the wreckage; she is a dormant volcano. If she ever realizes the weight of the blood in her veins, she will be more than a match for any King.” Leo, standing by the door, let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The air in the room grew heavy, charged with the sudden realization that the "Discarded Luna” was royalty of the highest order.

Lucien’s eyes darkened. “They’re testing me again,” he snarled. “Lunar storms are due. The dampeners will flicker.” Vera’s pulse raced. “The tremors start at midnight. You’ll lose control again.” Lucien rose to his feet, chains rattling like thunder. “Then I need you now—before I snap.” He leaned in until their breaths mingled. “Hold me. Anchor me.” She hesitated. The thought of binding her power to his savage wolf—untamed, explosive—filled her veins with equal parts dread and determination. “How?”

Stars sparkled within his translucent body, and his voice echoed like the whispers of ancient nebulae. Third was Levana, the Moon Mistress. She appeared as a serene figure, her skin pale and luminous like the moon at midnight. Her hair flowed like silver rivers, and her eyes were deep pools of liquid night, reflecting the phases of the moon. Fourth was Thalassia, the Ocean Keeper. Her form was fluid and ever-changing, shifting from water to ice to mist. Her eyes were the color of the deepest seas, and she exuded a calm yet formidable power, like the tide that shapes the shores.