Lunar Legacy Novels & Stories

With a curt nod, the second figure vanished into the darkness, leaving the first figure to disappear into the shadows, their sinister plans unfolding like a dark tapestry. *Katherine POV* Days had passed since my heat subsided, and I was reveling in the bliss of spending quality time with Nathaniel. My mate's unwavering attention and affection filled my heart with joy. But the tranquility was short-lived. A knock on the door interrupted my reverie, and Lena stood before me, her arms crossed in a stern gesture. "Luna requests your presence in her room immediately," Lena announced, her expression unreadable. My brow furrowed, unease creeping up my spine. Why would Carolina, the Luna, suddenly

, Leonora stated. Elio got up and went to get his wallet and his car keys. “Come, we’re going to the Oracle now.” Leonora nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. She knew that the only one that they could seek guidance from was the Oracle. She was the only one who could shed light on their daughter’s fate and the mysterious prophecy that seemed to entwine her life with the Moonlit pack.

“There are two Alpha’s ruling the pack Lyra. Thus, the pack is divided into two factions, Jaspers faction and Callum’s faction. Both are at rivalry. The peace and rest of our pack rests on your shoulders Lyra. You are to select the right Alpha. And I suggest you do that rightly and quickly, or you would be putting the pack in jeopardy under a wrong leadership.” How did it happen? Two Alphas? She has to pick? What happened to the moon goddess giving to each and everyone a mate? How did her leaving for the phrontistery at the Crescent Pack turn her into being the “Merlin” of her Camelot; Moonstone pack? The questions kept running through her head. Just then, a soft knock rang through the silen

It was time for me to sit up. As the heir to the Blackwater pack and soon-to-be Luna of the Dark Moon pack, I could no longer afford to be nonchalant in my duties to both packs. Getting my father to help the dark moon pack against the rising threat of wolf hunters was only the beginning. I sat in front of my desk, my eyes scanning through the files on my desk, I had decided to do a little bit of research on the hunters. They had been around for as long as time itself, but after an ancient war between humans and werewolves, the hunters were presumed to have gone extinct.

One of them said, "This is not fair. If you have to punish me, then punish me some more. You cannot remove me from my post like this. Because you guys did not make me Luna. My five mates made me Luna. You may have forgotten that I was the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack before I became Luna. The moon goddess gave me five princes as companions and they are the ones who made me Luna. Therefore only my mates have the right to remove me from my Luna position. Not you." Queen said sharply.

I've always needed Lucinda's suggestions right from the time she was my personal assistant till now. She bowed with respect, then replied. "Your Celestial Majesty, you need to come quickly. Douglas is in danger, if his wolf is murdered in this dark times, he'd be in an eternal slumber. Pandora wishes to kill him before you can rescue him." I was astonished, completely blank in mind about the absolute action to take to stop this. "You need to come with me now, darkness is taking over our kingdom. If the darkness gets to spread across the lunar equator, we are doomed for eternity." She gestured to me to follow her.

"Just think that I'll fight for you no matter what happens, I'll fight for our love." Luna averted her eyes and looked at her book shelves with old and thick books. "I've read something in one of my books. There are so many civilians who died, because of the love between two people. It was taken from real life, but they changed the name of the place and the people." "Are you referring to the Legend of the Moon?" Arayan asked. "Legend? You mean it's not true?" "How can you say it's not true? You are the proof," Arayan replied with a smile.

The shrine, usually a refuge, now felt like a pressure chamber, amplifying every heartbeat, every tremble. Lila knelt before the altar, her black curls falling in disheveled waves around her face, damp from the earlier mist of the woods that still clung to her like a second skin. At eighteen, her delicate yet resilient frame was hunched in concentration, her healer's robe of soft gray wool pooling around her on the rug, its hems frayed from the day's trials. Her sapphire-blue eyes, usually bright with empathy, were half-closed in trance, but fear etched lines around them—fear that twisted her stomach into knots, grief for her missing brother Toren gnawing at her heart like a relentless wolf,

He made a cross sign before he started narrating a story that had been buried deep in history. “Many years ago, there were two factions: the Lunar Guardians and the Black Sigil. The Lunar Guardians were an omega bloodline that was said to have been blessed by the moon goddess. They were like the light to the supernatural world, and they were to maintain balance between worlds. They were identified by a unique mark, which they called Lunar Crest. It was in the shape of the crescent moon.”