Wolf Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

Only one wolf had fur as black as the night itself and orbs red as burning coal, Vulcan, Azriel's wolf. What was he doing here? How did he.... Her thoughts were interrupted when another vicious growl echoed in the air followed by the rogue's attack on Vulcan. Vulcan snarled in response and dodged the rogue by jumping to the side. The rogue let out another dark growl but before he could turn around, Vulcan tackled him to the ground. He gave him no time to recover and aimed at his neck. His sharp canine pierced into his throat and tore it off in the twinkling of an eye. Blood flew out like rain.

My wolf didn't like her but I just couldn't place why. "What did you do to my wolf?" I asked as I realized I couldn't reach Lux. "The chronos and your wolf have formed a relationship and are working together to protect you so of course I had to shut them down." She shrugged and my heart hammered in my chest as I tried to reach Lux but all I felt was an emptiness, almost as if she had never been there.

She asked, eyes studying mine. My gaze snapped back to hers. "I feel he was certainly close," I confessed. "Criston the Cruel," Liston began, as our eyes snapped to him. "The Darkest Night wolf to ever exist. He plunged Valcane in an endless night that lasted nearly 15 years until he was slaughtered by his cousins." My eyes stayed on my nephew for a bit longer until the Hag spoke.

Six black wolves rushed into the room. Their eyes were completely white. Silver symbols glowed on their chests. Kael's wolf took control. His bones shifted. Fur spread across his skin. Within seconds, the dark-silver wolf stood beside Lucien. Lucien shifted too. A massive black wolf with crimson eyes. The first undead wolf charged. Lucien intercepted it. Kael attacked another. His claws struck the creature's chest. The silver mark cracked. The wolf screamed. Silver light burst from its body. It collapsed.

It was a strange feeling, but he didn't dislike it. "Could it be?" Asher sunk deeper into his thought. In truth, he had just woken up. Every three hundred years, he would spend his time slumbering. Now, he had finally awakened. He was still weak; in the process of recovering his power that sometimes even his state of mind was somehow affected. After a long time passed, a howl in the distance pulled him out of his sea of thoughts. A group of silver wolves trotted to their leader, giving a salute as they tried to be as quiet as possible.

He could use it to subdue an entire wolf pack and turn them against each other. “Yes, but it gets better when you embrace your connection with the moon,” he explained it to me. “Do you think it'll harm our pup?” There was a look of concern in his eyes. “No. I'm three weeks ahead. Wolves can't shift after their third month.” “Alright.” He said. Two SUVs came to a halt behind the fountain, and Logan laid a swift kiss on my lips. “Be safe.” I said and patted his broad shoulder as he walked to the SUV where the Gamma heir and Sentinel leader had gathered.

Kael said as he continued driving, his eyes checking the rearview mirror from time to time, wanting to be sure no one was following us. “A what? I don’t even have a wolf.” Kael didn’t reply, but his forehead was creasing. “Kael? What is a Fire Wolf?” I asked. “I have never met one, as not everyone knows who and where they are. But they did teach us in the Alpha Academy about the Four Wolves of the Lunar World.” I swallowed. I’d heard of them but thought they were only myths, as no one talked openly about them. “The Earth, Air, Water, and Fire Wolves. There’s only one of each in a lifetime. Once the Lunar Wolf dies, it is passed on to a new one.”

he said finally, “was over a hundred years ago.” A chill slid down her spine. “I don’t understand,” Elara said. “I thought wolves were just… wolves. Some stronger, some weaker.” Lucien shook his head once. “That’s what most packs believe,” he replied. “But there are bloodlines older than the packs. Wolves born under specific lunar cycles. Wolves tied directly to the Moon’s power.” Elara’s stomach tightened. “And Blood Moon wolves?” she asked quietly. Lucien’s gaze darkened. “They’re different.”

"Even for Ms. Winters. She's usually just grumpy, not cryptic." I open the book carefully, something pulling me toward the middle pages. A detailed illustration shows a pack gathering, wolves with unusual markings tending to injured packmates. Their fur seems to glow with an inner light. "The Mooncaster Pack," I read, "known for their extraordinary healing abilities and connection to lunar magic, vanished without trace in the year—" "There you are." Alaric's deep voice breaks through my concentration. I snap the book shut, my heart racing as I look up to find him watching us with an unreadable expression. "The council meeting is about to start, Iris."

But then, the violet rune on my palm began to glow with a different light—a silver light that belonged to the Chronicler. "The Ninth Cycle is not a cage, Darlene," the Chronicler’s voice whispered in my mind. "It's the Loom of the Tenth. The one where the wolves finally become the stars they were meant to be.". I looked at Eryx, then at Leo, and finally at Jackson. "Jackson," I said, my voice cold. "You wanted to be an Alpha? Then do the only Alpha thing you've ever done. Give us the blood." Jackson looked at me, confused. "What?"