The Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

Though the thoughts about him were forefront now, because I still hadn't come to terms with what almost happened, I had to stop thinking about it now. Maybe later I would take my time to understand it. Maybe. I opened the book slowly, my fingers tracing the frayed and worn edges of the cover, "the chronicle of the six" it stood boldly in gold lettering glaring at me. The letters shimmered faintly and I quickly turned open the first page. "This is the Chronicle of the Six. The first beings born of the moon's light. This record holds their power, their dominion... and the truth before the Great Divide."

The peace treaty between humans and wolves was fragile. Everyone knew it. One mistake could ruin years of hard work. One misunderstanding could reopen old wounds. One badly handled situation could create chaos. And who was more likely to make such a mistake than a human Luna who was still learning how wolf politics worked? My smile widened. Now that was an interesting thought. I pulled several documents closer. Reports. Schedules. Council records. Upcoming visits. Diplomatic meetings. The Luna had access to many things. But not everything.

8% Match. Beneath the number, old images of hand-written scrolls began to load onto the screen. The drawings showed ancient women standing under a full moon, their hands glowing with the exact same silver-violet lightning patterns that were currently etched into the skin of my arms. They weren't called 'Anchors' in the old texts. They were called the Lunar Priests—the original caretakers who held the keys to the wolves' primal energy before the Shadow Council ever existed.

She said, "Me neither." I replied, forcing a smile. "So, about my lilies, when are you going to have the maids plant them?" She questioned. "When Riel gets back, he will inform the maids." I answered. "Thank you Ducalion." The door creaked open and Riel stepped inside. "She said the next lunar eclipse should happen anytime from next month Alpha." Riel said. "That's not too long, this month is already almost over." I said.

"No, they didn't die. They were just sleeping. But I'm awake now." I opened the journal, and my mother's graceful handwriting seemed to glow on the page: "To my beloved daughter, if you are reading this, then the worst has come to pass. But know that you carry within you the power of a thousand generations of Tee alphas. You are not just a Luna,you are destined to be an Alpha Queen. Trust Xavier Leon. His family has been our allies for centuries, and he will help you reclaim what was stolen. The pendant with this journal will reveal the location of your true pack's core. Use it wisely, my darling daughter. Make them pay for what they've done".

She almost laughed — a bitter, tired sound. He probably spent nights here studying ways to keep chaos at bay, while she was the chaos itself. Her fingers brushed a faded book that looked out of place — “The Lunar Doctrine.” Unlike the others, this one bore the symbol of the moon — silver, scratched and old. Curiosity tugged at her. She pulled it free and carried it to a desk by the window, where the moonlight filtered through heavy curtains like liquid glass. Page after page spoke of ancient beliefs — the moon as mother, the sun as destroyer, the balance between light and shadow.

"The male we captured, he seemed to know about our existence. He knew who the Moon Goddess was." "She’s dead. The Moon Goddess is gone," Logan interrupted. Red froze. "Actually, legend says a new Moon Goddess will be reborn—stronger than before. Fifteen years ago, when a child was born in Lunar Pack, our best warriors were sent with one mission: eliminate the child. It was confirmed she was gone. We were satisfied. We began executing our plan to rule… but then the threats started. Years of planning crumbled, so we scattered across packs, hid our forms, and blended in. That’s how Mari ended up here," she finished softly.

It was deliberately hidden in plain sight, blending in with the rest of his office. I scanned the titles again, my mind racing. Was this connected to the slaves? To the strange way he’d been monitoring them lately? I pulled another book from the shelf, this one titled Lunar Legends and Their Secrets. As I flipped through it, a piece of paper fell out and fluttered to the ground. I bent down, picking it up carefully. It was a handwritten note, the ink smudged but still legible: "Potential Moonbound Wolves. Monitor closely. Signs: delayed shifts, heightened instincts, unexplained resilience."

She didn’t know about that. “She…” Her mother’s breath hitched, “she tied him to the moon. Just him though. He won’t be able to roam the earth as a human for two weeks straight. He would be trapped in his wolf form, with no hold on his humanity, for every first two weeks of the month” A breath of relief left Shirley in a rush. Relief that at least he was not without his suffering. Werewolves took pride in their strength as wolves. Not being able to access and control that form when they wanted had to be a nightmare, innit?

“We should rejoice, Kingdom of the Lycans! After a thousand years— the Goddess has chosen another Luna to save us from a catastrophe that the higher heavens bestowed!” Yulo’s announcement made the crowd roar in excitement and happiness about the new Luna.