Wolf Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

I can feel it. The words of Aria were soothing, and what she said was true. Odessa could feel herself becoming stronger each day. Simeon returned moments later, his face shining with a victorious smile as he came out of the darkness. A leather-bound book in his hands. This is it, my Luna. The Chronicle. Of our pack. It's said to hold the secrets of the ancient wolves. Ancient wolves. Odessa had heard of them. They had powers that we could only think impossible. Odessa's eyes widened as she took the book from Simeon. She opened it, the pages crackling with age. It was filled with pictures of different wolves and some writing.

Chapter 1: The Mark of Rejection The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting a pale silver sheen over the Midnight Howl Pack’s sacred grounds. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration. Selene's twenty-first birthday, the age when a wolf finally senses their fated mate. She stood at the heart of the moonlit glade, wrapped in a gown the color of raven feathers, embroidered with silver threads that shimmered like stardust. Her long obsidian hair flowed down her back in soft waves, catching the light of the full moon. Her striking violet eyes, unusual even among wolves, gleamed with excitement, hope, and the unspoken longing she had buried deep for years.

I knew there was no way Colton could come up with such a devious, intelligent plan. Anger and frustration boiled in my chest. She’s a step ahead again. Until today, she knows how to ruin my life. Still, confusion also tugged at the back of my mind. What Eamon said earlier really shook my core. That she’s a rogue of Helios— I have suspected, but from a millennium ago? That’s madness. Werewolves live an average of 300 years— with 10 years being a century equivalent in human years, as they say. It’s because of the sanctity of a lycan’s soul that we must die and find our way back to the Moon Goddess.

Conri revealed, his voice filled with great concern. "Attacked? But by who? I thought this was the only werewolf pack?" I asked looking up at him, I was so confused to the point that I could feel it greatly. "No Melissa, there are other werewolf packs present, each pack has its Alpha and Luna. One of our rivals,the hunters pabk,each werewolf in this pank has deep silver eyes but the eyes of their Werewolf is as red as blood. They are very vicious and ready to wage war on us, this is something Nelson is trying to avoid for the safety of the pack so it's best he gets crowned as Alpha immediately" Conri explained softly in a way I can understand better.

"I crown you Audrey, Luna of the Solar Eclipse. May your light never dim, and your shadow never falter." As the circlet touched Audrey’s brow, she didn't feel the coldness of metal. Instead, a surge of pure, ancient warmth flooded her veins. The golden light that had been her secret burden for twenty-one years flared in a magnificent, blinding crescendo. It reached up through the ceiling, piercing the clouds in a pillar of brilliance visible for miles across the mountain range. It was a beacon to every rogue, every ally, and every enemy: the White Wolf had not just survived; she had ascended.

The moon cycle was the feverish experience female wolves encountered at the end of every moon cycle (a month of 32 days). It happened differently to every she-wolves but we all had cravings during that period. Following Novalia's advice, I lied down. "I am listening guys, "I finally said trying to be as focused as possible. "Before the pendant disappeared, we took pictures," Arden confided his fingers running on the screen of the tablet he held. "The pendant seems similar to ours but it's not ours," he continued his eyes meeting mine this time around. "Why do you say so?"I asked wincing as I felt another burn building in my belly.

" Elina doesn’t mind him; today is the red moon, so he’s a little irritated.” “Red Moon?” My younger self asks, confused. I turn to Xavier. Hoping he’ll explain but he’s too fixed on watching the scene before him. “Yes, wolves like us can’t shift to our wolf form for twelve hours. It happens once every eleven years. The last one was...” Katerina trails off and looks off into the distance. “What, aunt Kat?” She turns to my younger self with a fake smile. “Nothing, sweetie; Xavier is just worried about our pack, but everything will be fine.”

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

I asked, and he looked at me with a smile. "The werewolves are children of the moon goddess. Therefore, she can smile at us by getting us our perfect match. When a wolf meets their fated mate, the two wolves that have been paired together will know. It would be love at first sight. They will both have a sense of peace around each other, falling completely in love, and they would become one soul together," he explained, and all I could say was "wow." "Does every wolf gets paired up like that?" I asked, and he looked away from me before speaking.

Wolf Nation Times pops up first on my screen of news outlets. ’MURDER AT THE CLAIMING DISRUPTS CELEBRATIONS’ ’ARIANA ERICKSON MATED TO ALPHA ARES MARTIN OF FREEDOM RIDGE PACK, DOES THIS MEAN WAR IN WOLF NATION?’ ’FORMER ALPHA LUCIAN CHEATS LOOPHOLE WITH SUICIDE’