Lunar Tsams Novels & Stories

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The way I believe in my own hands, which are stronger than they were, which have learned what they can build and what they can hold. Luna is seven months old. She has silver eyes and a loud voice and her father's stubborn jaw and a laugh that Mara says can be heard from across the pack grounds, which Mara says with enormous satisfaction. She has never been afraid of anything that I can tell. She arrived in the world furious and curious and has maintained both qualities consistently. She has two packs who know her name. The forest that borders her home glows silver at night, and the Moon Goddess's light is steady above it.

"The Moon Goddess is a bringer of tides and dreams, Jasmine. She is not a killer. Whatever is speaking through you is a corruption." Jasmine smiled, it was a devious smile. "Lets see how you handle the Night." She put the crown on her head and a wave of cold energy erupted. It threw Damon and Elara back toward the edge. The sky, which was just getting dark was suddenly dominated by a moon glowing with a sickly silver light. "The Lunar Rite " Caspian shouted, struggling to stand. "She's invoking the Moon's power! She's trying to change the laws of the valley!"

Dara explained. “Ceremony?” Silas asked. “They claim to speak directly to the moon goddess and even share her powers. Every year, they perform a ceremony to appease her.” Dara paused before continuing. “The village is usually silent, and not many take this route because of its history.” “Then why didn’t you tell us this sooner?” Riven stood up. “I thought— He cut her off. “Selene was taken. If only you told us earlier. You know this place better than we do, Dara. You should have warned us,” Riven said.

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.”

After finding an empty plot of land, he sat in a lotus position on the ground and catalyzed the Lunar and Terra Art. The Lunar and Terra Art was a unique martial art that allowed one to cultivate both Terra and Lunar Energies, in other words, True Yang Energy and True Yin Energy respectively. Yang Energy represented Heavenly Breath, while Yin Energy represented Demonic Breath. All these years, James and Thea had been researching and discussing the subject. The moment he catalyzed the Lunar and Terra Art, two familiar yet distinct True Energies appeared. The two enveloped the other inside his elixir field and formed the pattern of Grand Extremity.

I inquired holding back the details of that very place being the place I was reborn. “Everything about the Bluemoon Pack is different which makes it confusing to our enemies and spies. The Lumar is like a stream enclosed in a cave and is also habitat to two spiritual fishes. But these aren't any kind of normal species, there are sacred fishes put in there by the moon goddess, male and female. They represent the Pack's blessing and because of them we get to harvest bountiful farm produce twice every year which is not the same with other Packs because they only get to harvest once every year.

It's hard to tell. “Not the yellow ribbons, Kyra,” she scolds gently this morning, plucking the bundle from my hands. “Those are for the blessing circle. We use the dark green ones for the torch poles.” I blink, laughing softly. “Right. Green for fire, yellow for blessing.” “Exactly.” She gives me an approving nod before moving on to oversee the carving of lantern stands. It is strange, in the best kind of way, to feel this useful again. The bonfire ritual is the first event of the Lunar ceremony, an old tradition meant to honor unity, burn away old griefs, and light the path toward a new cycle.

“I’m fine with one ceremony, but it's up to you. I have told you that before.” “It's a Luna ceremony its tradition that the Luna is in charge.” Samantha smirked. “It's your first real job as Luna.” I smiled, happy for a distraction. “Well, it is tradition for it to be done under a full moon. Not counting the one this week the next one isn’t until mid-January and Lily has already called dibs.” I pulled out my phone and started looking at the lunar calendar. The one in February is on Valentine’s Day...” “That’s Vi’s birthday.” Samantha pulled her phone out now as well. “What about March? Or April?”

More like one I’ve claimed, even it is still empty. Sunlight spills through the tall arched windows, illuminating dark wooden shelves lined with ledgers and archived histories. The central desk is solid oak - heavy, immovable. The kind of furniture built to last longer than the wolves who use it. Modern equipment now rests neatly among tradition - laptops, tablets, communication panels. Blackridge does not do chaos. Even its wires are disciplined. Mara activates one of the tablets and begins immediately. “We are working with approximately six weeks.” she says. “Traditionally, the Luna Ceremony occurs within two to three months of formal declaration.”