Wolf Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

" 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’

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

The moon no longer shone with steady light, its fractured glow bled across the night sky like a wound that refused to close, and every wolf that lifted their eyes toward it felt the pulse of dread sinking deeper into their bones. No howl rose, no voice dared to break the silence that settled across the Den, for each one of them knew instinctively that the Cycle they had been bound to since their first breath was unraveling, and the unraveling had a name.

The Crimson pack’s library wasn’t massive, but it held the remnants of centuries-old knowledge, things most wolves didn’t bother to read because they preferred action over history. But history held answers. And my Alpha, Alpha Gaius preserved history with all his might. And right now, I needed all of them. Hours passed. I barely noticed when my hands started shaking from exhaustion, when my eyes blurred from reading too long. But I couldn’t stop. Not until I knew. Not until I understood what the witch wanted. The pieces started fitting together, a twisted puzzle assembling before my eyes. The Blood Moon had always been a significant moon appearance to the Wolf kind. A celestial event that he

The roofs also catch rainwater as a backup, and there’s space with a giant firepit and grill where we all gather as a pack every night. I finally feel so whole being Luna of Emerald Moon. And it turns out we’re not the last wolf pack anymore. After the Council was destroyed and the vampires became our allies, many people emerged from all over the country. Not every wolf pack had been completely destroyed. There were remnants surviving, shifters who had been in hiding, enough of them that they’ve all begun rebuilding just like we have. So, I’m not the Luna of the last wolf pack anymore. I’m the Luna of the first pack to be rebuilt for our new future.

"Alpha scouts found strange symbols carved into trees near the keep. They match the ancient records Mara has been studying. We need to see this now." Mara secretly investigated the markings later that night in a quiet corner of the keep. She traced the symbols with her fingers and spoke to herself. "These are not random. The Hollow Moon appears before the fall of entire bloodlines. The attacks target powerful wolf families. This is planned." She looked troubled. "Someone guides this darkness. And it comes for us all." That night Riven and Lucien shared another dream. They found themselves standing in the summit hall from the night of the execution. The dead heir stood at the center of the ro

“Come to the point. What does my Luna have to do with that scroll?” Gamma Daxon untied the crimson ribbon, unfolding the withered parchment. “This scroll," he announced, "mentions Echo Wolves only once. It appears in the section documenting natural calamities.” The murmurs instantly grew louder. Natural calamities? I stared at him in disbelief. How could Nyx possibly be connected to something like that? Gamma's voice echoed clearly across the silent grounds. “The records describe the Echo Wolf as possessing black fur and crimson eyes, two ominous features existing together. It is considered a warning… And the pack in which the wolf awakes is approaching destruction.”