Novels by LunaReign

Anna’s POVThe night burns too bright.The torches lining the courtyard throw their light upward, painting the stone walls in gold and shadow. Every flicker feels like it’s watching me—mocking, daring me to move forward. The chants echo, voices rising in rhythm with the drums, with the thud of my own heart that refuses to calm.I can see them from where I stand at the gates—Mattias and Calista, bathed in moonlight, the crowd gathered around them like witnesses to a destiny I don’t belong in. He stands tall, strong, regal even, but his eyes... even from here, they look empty. Detached.It breaks me all over again.I should be happy that he’s alive. I should be proud that he survived everything Selena and fate threw his way. But standing here, clutching my son against my chest, all I can feel is the ache of being too late. Too far. Too forgotten.The full moon sits high above us, round and merciless. Its light spills over everything—the crowd, the flowers, the silver lace of Calista’s g

Mattias’ POVSelena is gone. Her shadow, her madness, her curse—all of it dissolved under the same moonlight that once made us prisoners. And yet… the silence she left behind is far louder than her reign ever was.The pack has begun to breathe again. Laughter returns in small bursts, like timid sparks trying to remember what warmth feels like. Wolves run freely, no longer bound by her control. They look at me now with reverence, respect—sometimes even hope. But none of that fills the space inside me that still aches for what was taken.Anna.Her name alone feels like a wound that never healed right. I told myself she was gone, that her absence was mercy after everything we endured. But every sunrise since her disappearance feels half-lived, as if the world itself stopped giving light to the parts of me she used to touch.Calista visits often. Too often.She comes to the courtyard when the others have retired, offering gentle words wrapped in concern, her eyes searching for cracks in m

Mattias’ POVThe night was strangely still.The full moon hung above like a pale witness, watching as the smoke slowly thinned into the open sky. The battlefield was quiet now—eerily quiet. Only the faint hiss of dying embers broke the silence, accompanied by the ragged breathing of those who had survived.Selena’s blood still stained the stones where she had fallen. It shimmered faintly beneath the moonlight—like oil on water—before vanishing into thin air. Her body was gone, her presence erased, yet the echo of her power lingered for a moment longer before fading completely.Around me, wolves—those who had once moved under her command—were collapsing, one after another. Some screamed. Others simply went still, their eyes losing color. I watched as one of the cursed wolves fell to his knees, clutching his chest, his veins darkening until they dissolved like dust beneath the moonlight. Selena’s spell had broken. Every wolf bound by her bloodline was disintegrating before my eyes.And

Mattias’ POVDarkness had a voice.And for a long time, it was the only thing that spoke to me.Sometimes it whispered in the dripping sound of water leaking from the ceiling. Other times, it echoed through the hollow stone walls like an old memory.Time stopped meaning anything down here. I had counted the passing of days through my heartbeat—slow, stubborn, rhythmic—but even that had begun to blur.Until tonight.Something feels different.The air is charged. The silence is wrong. And beneath the weight of damp stone and rust, I feel it—a shift. The faint tremor of energy breaking loose.The curse that held me, the invisible chains stitched by her power, begins to splinter.My breath catches. For the first time in what feels like forever, I feel the moon.It’s faint at first—a soft hum at the edge of my senses—but it grows, like a heartbeat waking up after years of stillness. The light spills through the cracks of the ceiling, pale and alive, touching the floor like liquid silver.I

Selena’s POVThe night is heavy. Too still. Too silent.Even the wind feels like it’s holding its breath.Something is wrong.The halls hum with whispers, and though no one dares speak above a murmur when I pass, I can feel their unease crawling against my skin. Fear has a taste — sharp, metallic, familiar. But tonight, it’s different. It’s not fear of me. It’s fear for something. Something hidden.And I hate that I don’t know what it is.I pace the length of my chambers, the hem of my gown whispering against the floor. The fire burns low, its glow catching the silver runes carved along the walls — the ancient ones, from when the first Luna ruled the blood moon. My relic rests at the center of the altar, its light pulsing faintly, weakly.The relic dulls the moon’s pull, but lately, even it feels drained. Perhaps that’s why I can’t sleep.Or perhaps it’s because I can feel the rot beneath my own roof.Richard.Gunner.Lucas.Names that should mean loyalty, yet now twist through my min

Gunner’s POVThe night air carried the stench of blood and wet earth, the kind that clung to your throat and reminded you that no one here slept peacefully anymore. The moon hadn’t risen yet, but I could already feel its pull—the kind of tension that sat behind the ribs, coiling tighter with every passing hour. Selena wanted her patrols doubled tonight. She said it was for the “rogue threat,” but everyone knew she just liked to remind us who commanded the darkness.And so, I played my part. The loyal dog, trailing behind her shadows. My boots crushed gravel in rhythm with the soldiers’ march as we scouted the southern perimeter. Every so often, I’d glance at the forest’s edge, imagining another world out there—one that didn’t reek of blood and obedience. One where Anna still laughed.Anna.Her name still burned my chest every time I thought it. It was like the memory itself was a wound that refused to close. The mate who’d been torn from me, sold off like she was some bargaining chip

Auren's pov. Epilogue.I stand at the edge of the training field, the morning sun shining down on my face. The air smells of pine and fresh grass, and the pack’s territory feels alive with peace. It’s been years since the war ended, since Silas and Callen fell, their threats buried with them. The scars of those battles linger, on the land, of course it would, even in our hearts but we’re healing.The pack is whole again, and for the first time in years, I feel like I can breathe.Right now, The weight of leadership still sits heavy on my shoulders, but it’s lighter now, shared with those I trust. And with her, Mira, my mate. Just thinking of her makes my chest warm. She’s my anchor, my fire, my everything.The young wolves are gathered in front of me, their eyes wide with excitement. There are ten of them, pups barely old enough to shift, but eager to learn. Their chatter fills the air, a mix of nervous giggles and bold boasts. I clear my throat, and they fall silent, looking up

Auren's pov. Fire and lightning erupted from me, not separate but fused, a blazing, electric storm. The flames were white-hot, laced with crackling bolts that lit up the clearing like a second sun. Silas’s eyes widened as the wave hit him. He threw up a shield of lightning, but my power tore through it, sending him staggering back.“What is this?” he hissed, his voice shaky for the first time.I stood, my body trembling but alive with energy. The fire-lightning surged through me, stronger than anything I had ever felt. “This is me,” I said, my voice steady now. I charged, my hands blazing with the fused power. I threw a bolt, and it wasn’t weak anymore, it was a spear of fire and electricity, crackling with raw force. It hit Silas’s chest, and he roared in pain, his lightning faltering. I didn’t stop. I sent another, then another, each one stronger, driving him back.Around us, the fight shifted. My father saw my power and roared, rallying the pack. “That’s my boy!” he shouted,

Aurens pov. After some time of travelling, we heard that the ashborn had moved backwards, it was camera they have done thins after information about our arrival got to them We collided with them a few minutes ago and Right now, The forest was a blur of chaos. Trees burned, their branches snapping like bones under the weight of the fight. We were all locked in battle with Silas’s bloodthirsty wolves. Their howls tore through the night.My heart pounded as I stood in the clearing, facing Silas, his eyes glowed like storm clouds, and his lips curled into a smirk that made my stomach twist.“You’re just a pup, Auren,” Silas taunted, his voice low and sharp like a blade. “I should have killed you when I had the clean chance” He laughed, sparks of lightning dancing around his fingers. “Too bad you didn't.”I clenched my fists, feeling the heat of my fire stirring in my chest. My lightning buzzed under my skin, weaker than he's, I could tell, but it was there. I wasn’t going to let th

Kailey’s pov. Today, the grand hall of the pack house was quiet. The candles flickered gently, and the sunlight poured through the tall windows.I stood beside Ezekiel near the map table, i had told him all about my findings the other day.My fingers traced the outline of our territory. Lydia and Mira were seated nearby, sharpening weapons, and Jon leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.The heavy doors burst open with a loud creak.James stepped in, breathing hard, his eyes wide with urgency. Dirt smeared his armor, and his knuckles were bruised. I stood straight instantly, my heart pounding.“James?” I called, my voice breaking the silence. “What happened?”He looked straight at Ezekiel and spoke without hesitation.“Alpha Silas sent a message,” James said, his voice cold. “He said… since you refused to take part in the duel, he has unleashed the dark beast.”The room went still.Ezekiel’s face darkened. “What beast?”I took a step back. My chest tightene

Kailey’s pov. The sky was painted orange with the setting sun, which cast long shadows across the training field. I stood by the porch, wiping my hands with a towel after finishing dinner prep, when I saw Auren walking toward me. His steps were slow, his head lowered, and his shoulders tense. I could tell something was wrong.“Auren?” I called gently, stepping down from the porch.He looked up, his eyes meeting mine. Those familiar eyes held a weight I hadn’t seen before."Mother," he said softly.My heart tightened. “What is it, baby?”He reached me and stood still for a moment. Then, in a quiet voice, he said, “I’m hearing a voice in my head.”I blinked. “A voice?”He nodded once. “It started two nights ago. At first I thought it was just... my wolf talking more. But it’s not him.”I led him toward the bench by the garden and motioned for him to sit. I sat beside him, placing a hand on his back. “Tell me exactly what you heard.”He hesitated, then said, “It’s deep. Old. It doesn’

James pov. The torches along the dungeon wall burned low, casting long shadows as I walked down the cold corridor. My boots echoed against the stone floor, each step measured and steady. The scent of rust filled the air, mixed with the faint, musky scent of wolf.I reached the last cell at the far end. Behind the iron bars, Elder Tobias sat calmly on the wooden bench, his white hair messy but his back straight. His hands were folded in his lap, and his eyes locked onto mine the moment I appeared.“Evening, Elder,” I said flatly, standing just outside the cell. “Just doing my rounds.”He didn’t answer right away. He tilted his head and gave a slow smile. “You locked up the wrong man, James.”I raised an eyebrow. “We caught you, Jon saw the bangle fall from your arms. That isn't all, we also saw you sending a scroll to the Ashborn, suggesting peace. That was enough.”Tobias chuckled softly. “Did you ever read it carefully? Did you look at the handwriting?”I narrowed my eyes. “Are yo

Allison’s POVI quickly made a hand gesture to Hannah, and my eyes grew wide, beckoning her silently. I wagged my head from side to side, hoping my friend would pick up on the urgency in the actions. Hannah faltered in mid-sentence, the weight of my unsaid request settling in."Uh, anyway," Hannah said, looking back and forth between me and Collen as her voice tapered off. "Let's change the subject."Collen’s brow furrowed slightly as his curiosity was piqued. I knew he could tell there was more to the story, something big Allison was trying to avoid. He respected her privacy, but the wolf inside him growled at the lack of answers and understanding.The rest of lunch was eaten in near silence, broken only by fits and starts of contrived conversation. I concentrated on my food, chewing my forkfuls of green beans mechanically as I struggled to pull my thoughts together. I could feel Collen's eyes on me, weighted with unspoken questions.As we walked back to the office, Collen walked clo

Collen’s POVI leaned against the wall in the hallway, my eyes trained on the bathroom door. I could feel her tension, even before she bumped into me. That connection we shared, the one I’d been trying to ignore seemed impossible to deny now. My wolf growled softly, stirring, wanting her, but I knew I had to give Allison her space. She was clearly in a bad way, and I did not want to make it worse.I leaned against the wall, running a hand through my hair. Yesterday's argument had been pretty heavy, and I still felt the sting of the words on both sides. I wanted to make things right, but at the same time, I was aware that if I pushed her too hard, she would leave me behind. I needed to give her space, even though everything inside me was screaming at me to be near her.Taking a deep breath, I decided I was going to let her come to me. If she wanted to talk, I would be there; if she needed space, I would give it to her. My wolf protested at that, but I held fast. This wasn't about my

Allison’s POVI woke up the next morning feeling gnawed by a sense of dread. The determination that had coursed through my veins the previous night was lost, replaced instead by the anxiety about facing Collen. It was more than I could stomach to see him again, to deal with those convoluted feelings and the resultant guilt.I lay in bed for a long time, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, feeling the weight of my decision. I finally forced myself up. I needed to clear my head, and the best way to do that was by staying busy. I had to avoid Collen and the tangled mess of emotions he brought with him.My thoughts turned to Hannah and the job she had mentioned. Perhaps that was the answer. If I could bury myself in work, I could shove Collen and the guilt to the back of my mind. I got out of bed and went into the kitchen, where she found Hannah making breakfast."Good morning," Hannah greeted cheerfully. "How did you sleep?I smiled back, a small smile that was forced. "Morning. I slept okay,

Allison’s POVI could feel the raw, electric energy pulsing through my veins. Every fiber in my body screamed to resist, to pull away from Collen. I had spent years building walls around my heart, a fortress of self-control that kept Clara, my wolf, under restraint. Tonight the barriers crumbled.The torch by Collen lighted a fire I had worked so hard to quench. But the animal part of me, the primitive side of Clara, was insistent. My human half fought hard, but the wolf inside me roared, famished for that connection that only Collen seemed to provide. More than just lust."Allison," Collen whispered, his voice low and rumbling, sending shivers down my back. His breath was hot against my neck, the pressure from his hands firm but light on my skin. For a moment, it seemed the rest of the world around us blurred, leaving just the two of us, intertwined in a dance as old as time itself."No," I whispered back, though I could feel the weakening in my resolve. "This isn't right."But Clara

Allison POV"What are you doing here?"Cole and I asked simultaneously."What are you talking about? I live here?""No," he shook his head."Um, yes I do.""But you said you are a transfer student,""What does that have to do with anything?" I questioned."Oh fuck! This can't be happening!""What?" I frowned, puzzled be the expression on his face, he looked about ready to convulse."You are my mate, that's what?""Oh, I'm sorry that I'm not pretty enough for you, is that why you left me in the cabin stranded?"I glared at him, folding my hands around my chest."No, that's not…""Babe, what are you doing outside?"I heard Hanna's voice from out the hallway before I saw her."Oh, I see you've met each other."Hannah said."You know him?" I frowned."Yes, this is my boyfriend, Colleen and Collen, my roommate, Allison."She smiledI blinked, trying to make sense of what she'd just said."Nice to meet you,"Collen quickly took my hands and shook them.My hands fell limp to my side."Is eve

Allison POVI woke up to the sound of the ringing of an alarm.I turned to find Kal staring at me."Hey," I said, his voice hoarse."Hi," I smiled up at him, my entire body aching and sore from all of the delicious love making from last night."You are awake…" he stroked my hair."Yes,""You sleep like a dead log."He chuckled."Hmmm." I stretched on the bed and pulled myself up to a sitting position.I could feel Kal's eyes on me and it made me shiver…He pulled me towards him and kissed me passionately.The kiss was getting heated when the sound of a ringing phone stopped us.Cole quickly stood up from the bed and walked over to where he phone sat on a chair and picked it up.He stared down at his phone, his eyes wide like he'd just been told that his favorite pet was hit by a car.Quickly, he walked out of the room without saying a word.My brows furrowed but I figured he'd tell me what was wrong if he wanted to.My phone rang somewhere in the room and I traced it to the floor.I