Wolf Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

Caleb’s wolf is huge compared to his human form but he carries him easily as drips of Caleb’s blood trickle down his naked body, “Maddie, we are going to take him to the pack doctor. We may need your help. Stay close.” I nod and we get to a building in town, the doors are already open and Lucas rushes inside, “Put him down here!” the doctor commands. He begins to examine, and he sighs, “Beta, help me clean these wounds!” I watch as they hold Caleb down and he whines as they pour alcohol on the wounds and scrub them. His wolf howls in pain and I grab his paw, holding it tightly as I pet his head, “Shhh, shh, it’ll be over soon.” I soothe him. The doctor and Lucas look at me but say nothing a

Obviously annoyed but giving up on the subject. The next drawing of a massive wolf, all white except for a black crescent moon on the shoulder. The eyes blue but had faded over time to a pale powder blue color. “The Lunar Wolf.” I had learned all about her in Werewolf Studies, Miss Evens is infatuated with Lunar Wolf lore. “So Abigail, the witch who used the curse that created all werewolves, pleaded with the fates to let her see her daughter. The fates agreed but they are assholes! So they let her use her daughter Selova’s spirit to make a wolf every 500 years. Abigail only gets to see her before it’s time for Selova to go through the veil to her human counterpart and she has no memory of h

“You done yet, or are you gonna start foaming at the mouth too?” He narrowed his eyes slightly. “You should be careful with that mouth. I might decide not to spare you when I take over.” That got my attention. I blinked. “Take over what, exactly?” Daniel smirked and took a slow step toward me, the soles of his boots crunching against gravel and dried leaves. “For centuries,” he began, as if reciting scripture, “werewolves have roamed this earth with chains on their backs. Invisible ones. Tied to the cycles of the moon, the wrath of eclipses, the rise and fall of blood moons… helpless, weak, exposed.”

I didn’t respond, because I didn’t know if I had chosen anything—or if I’d simply been cornered. The howling started just after midnight. Not the rhythmic howls of a patrol or a wolf singing to the moon. This was guttural. Desperate. Like bones cracking under pressure. “Babe get up,” I parted Lisendra, “Can you hear the howls.” “Yes, I do hear them.” She said, in something like panic. We stood up from where we laid. Although I was an Alpha but I could still feel my fingers twitch, “Rogues,” I growled, already shifting into my wolf before the words fully left my mouth.

We had the same blonde hair, same hazel eyes, and same heart-shaped face. But there was one thing different about us. Chloe had a wolf but I didn’t. That was the reason why I was nervous. I was about to be Luna but I still hadn’t discovered my wolf. As werewolves, on our 21st birthday, we discovered our wolves. But it had been two years since my 21st birthday and I still didn’t have a wolf. The worst part was that my twin sister discovered hers on our 21st birthday. I wondered if something was wrong with me or if I was cursed.

“This is the first time I’ve seen something like this. I’m afraid that I don’t have any medicine that I can give you.” I swallowed hard upon hearing his answer. What’s going to happen to me if I lose my wolf? Are we just going to wait until she fades away? “You are the best Doctor of our Pack. There must be something we can do,” Nova argued. “There is one cure, but it would be difficult to get it,” The Pack Doctor spoke meekly. “What is it?” I demanded. “There is a cure called Lunar Elixir. They say that the Lunar Elixir could cure all kinds of wolf inflictions, but it’s very rare—“

Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning. I turned towards the forest,my eyes searching for Alexander. As I ran towards the fray,a chilling realization stopped me cold. The howls weren't random. They were organized. When I reached the border,a wolf caught my attention,his fur was as dark as night,and eyes as crimson as blood. A voice echoed in my mind,deep and unfamiliar. “Finally. It's time Lea,you can't run anymore.”

" If she's not our mate then who could she be? And if she is then why can't we bite her?” “She might necessarily not be your mate,” Holden replies, returning to his seat with a book in his hand. He sets the book aside and awards us his full attention. " How old are you three?” " Twenty four,” Kirrian replies. “And how long have you had your wolves?" “Since we were ten?" “Good!" Holden says, leaning into his seat. “Your wolf has been starved of its mate for fourteen years. The magic Lysara used yesterday is strong and ancient, unlike everything I have ever seen. Your wolves may necessarily just be reacting to it."

He finally set his phone down and leaned back in his chair. “Matt, you’re killing me here. What did you find? What did G****e have to add? Give me something!” “I think I found it. But it’s not good.” I waved my hands around impatiently. The anticipation was driving me insane. “On the next full lunar eclipse, he has to shift into his wolf, then be drained of his blood. All of it. With the absence of the moon, his wolf cannot heal and will quickly die.” “But- but that will kill him too. If he dies in his wolf form, the man dies too."