Novelas y relatos de Lunar Chronicles Levana

It grounded me more than I liked to admit. We were only two days out from the Luna Ceremony, and Crescent Moon was wound tight as a drawn bowstring. Banners fluttered along the main paths, their colors snapping in the winter air. The ceremonial circle had been cleared and re-cleared, the ground smoothed, the wards layered so thick I could feel them humming beneath my skin whenever I passed too close.

“Goddess Leticia of Mount Latmus, child of the Mavri Magea, Daughter of the Moon Goddess Selene and Endymion, as your sister, Leader, and your Luna, I, Kas Mason, summon you. With love and light in my heart, hear my voice and come to me.” The lights in the room dim and the smell of ozone fills the air, before a portal with violet edges opens in the corner of the room and Leticia steps out. She takes a defensive stand with karambit blades in each hand. Her violet eyes shine, ready to attack, but she sees there are no threats. “Kas? Why did you summon me?” She rushes over and gives me a hug, then stops short. “P-Pan?” He bows slightly at Leticia. “Goddess Leticia.”

"I will always be on top. Wanting to be like Luna Lisa, she was strong, beautiful, and a powerful leader. I wanted to be just like her. That is why I have this power. I was worried about the deal; I would regret it, but feeling myself with this amount of strength, I could do anything. And the one thing in my mind is to kill you, Yuna." She lifts her head and howl. A wave of demonic energy hit us like a heavy gust of wind as it swirls around her like a barricade. "With this enormous power, I can become the greatest," Leah cackled menacingly. " Then my whole senses are tingling inside like some magic in my eyes. It's like seeing through a spyglass with waves of gold circulating. With this, I c

She buried herself in my embrace, her small body trembling like a frightened pup. Alpha Bastian’s face twisted in anguish. His breath hitched, the pain in his eyes deeper than any wound. Then the low growl of engines shattered the tense stillness. A convoy of black SUVs and official vehicles rolled up, dust billowing in their wake. A man stepped out—one of the Alpha’s legal advisors. His scent carried urgency as he approached me with purpose. “Apologies for the delay, Luna. Traffic slowed us down.” He produced a set of documents, bowing slightly as he presented them. “The separation decree is finalized, as per your request.”

“Tristan, my sweet boy, your mother and father loved you so much. Your parents, myself, Alpha Jack, and Gamma Blake all agreed to this from the day your sister was born.” “Little moon,” I heard Braxton say softly. We all turned to him, and I saw a sweet smile spread across Luna Maria’s face. “Yes, she is our little moon, gifted from the moon goddess herself.” She reached over and grabbed Braxton’s hand while she looked deeply into his eyes, “You have a very important role to play in her life.” She then took her hand back and looked over all three of us, “All three of you have important rolls to play.”

“Mom.” “Yes, dear?” “Can you tell me a little bit more about the Lothians? Why am I so important to have? Why they took Alexandria.” I asked. I could see the shock on her face when I asked. “Well. It is a bit difficult to explain. Ledges have it that the Luna, also known as you. Are the only ones that can wipe out their existence. This is why they are they killed your sister. Before she could transform.” She said placing her hands on her lap.

Behind me, celebration continues, thousands of Moonborn and allied wolves marking twenty years of hard-won progress, genuine hope built from genuine trust across generations that once seemed destined only for persecution and fear. But standing here, alone in the darkness, watching where that golden-eyed stranger disappeared into shadows I once thought I understood completely, I understand something new is beginning, even as everything we spent decades building finally reaches this moment of genuine, celebrated completion. The Luna's return from exile is complete. But the world, I understand now, watching stars shine down on a supernatural community my daughter just connected more completely

a voice teased. I hadn’t realized anyone else was in the quarter. I turned to see whose voice it was; it turned out to be the girl I had seen crying while coming out of Alpha Caleb's room. “It’s not what you think,” I said, trying to cover up my smile. She smiled back. “I’m Eva. What about you?” “I’m Zara. Nice to meet you, Eva.” Before I could finish, an omega burst in with a message that the Luna was calling me. My heart started shaking again. I knew this time I would get more than just insults.

The resemblance was so uncanny she dropped the book onto the desk, her hands trembling. Only one thing differed—the woman’s eyes. They were not Evelyn’s hazel, but molten silver, burning like a predator under moonlight. She swallowed hard and bent over the page again. Beneath the portrait was a name written in bold script: Queen Selene of the First Bloodline. Her breath hitched as she read. Selene, the first Lycan Queen, chosen by the moon itself. Betrayed by her kin, bound by a curse that marked her descendants. Her blood runs in those who cannot be bitten, for they are chosen, not changed. They awaken when the moon calls them home.

The years had passed, but her devotion to preserving the truth of her grandparents' journey had never wavered. Leo and Luna stepped out onto the cobblestone path, their movements slow and measured, their silver hair catching the liquid moonlight. They looked like statues of living history, yet their expressions were filled with an untethered, radiant contentment. "You've been out here for hours, Talia," Luna said, her voice a soothing, melodic hum that carried the exact cadence of her mother's ancient blessings. "The festival in the lower square is waiting for the High Archivist's closing remarks."