A Warrior Luna's Awakening Novels & Stories

Warriors told things behind my back about how I got promoted faster than anyone else telling other warriors that it was because I was the adopted son of the great Nori and not because of the skill I possessed. Warm hands cup my face as I meet Anya's Hazel eyes. A smile appeared on her face removing all the bad memories. As she makes sure that they don't appear again. Anya let go of my hand and turned to the man who had been slandering me and said, "I have the power to bring life. I am the Luna of the Purple Hill Pack. The moment that your Luna rises from his sleep, I promise you that you will die." Everyone gasped. I have never heard Anya say something like that.

“She doesn’t, and I don’t like you doing that.” “Are you going to ignore her history?” “What history? She was perfect. Ladies did not match up to her that’s Luna material.” Ashton scoffed. “Luna material? Perfect? She ran away from the battlefield. A soldier, a warrior sworn to protect the kingdom, ran into a man’s arms and forgot her duty. She left her father to die and didn’t even have the decency to come to his funeral, and you call that Luna material?” “She must have her reasons.” Asher’s tone lowered.

Athena Blackstone pov Laying in my bed in my tiny room in the guard's house, I could hear my wolf Bria shouting at me to wake up. Shifting to my side, I growled sourly at her, interrupting my sleep after my late-night patrol. “The wedding for the new Alpha and Luna is today,” she stressed. Rolling my sleepy eyes I huffed, “What do I care? He refused our mate bond because I'm supposedly too weak to be a Luna and an orphan.”

"Your eyes are so bright." I felt the heat emanating from my face as I touched it. My body felt lighter, stronger, and more vibrant. "What am I experiencing?" My voice trembled as I asked. With a tone of wonder and terror, Kane declared, "You've awakened." "The Silver Luna's power... You now possess it. With my legs more stable than before, I stood up. My senses were keener; I could smell the damp dirt surrounding us, hear the distant trickle of water, and sense the hum of energy in the air.

I said before drinking the rest of my bear in one single gulp, as my eyes were fixed on Cooper’s hazel ones. “I am not sure about that. In fact, I believe that the pack had enough of your father’s wrong-doings, not many wolves over there should stay loyal to him if they know that they have an option, that new and better leadership can arise,” Cooper said, he exhaled sharply and looked away for a moment before his eyes met mine once again, “After our first meeting, I didn’t want to help you, I was thinking about a way to sabotage you, your father can’t put his hands on Dragon’s powerful weapons. It would be a disaster, he would obliterate anyone who dared to even breathe in a way it didn’t pl

"You are thinking about our mate." I pushed away from my desk and walked toward the window. Outside, warriors were training in the courtyard. Their movements were sharp as they trained beneath the afternoon sun. Usually, watching them helped clear my mind. Today, it did nothing. "I made the right choice." Varek growled. "You keep repeating that." "Because it's true. A future Luna cannot be wolfless." The growl deepened. "You sound like your father." I frowned at the accusation. "What does that mean?"

I had seen it in old pack portraits, resting on the necks of past Lunas. Elena lifted the box higher so everyone could see it. “This necklace has been passed down for five generations,” she announced. “It belongs to the true Luna of Silver Ridge. It carries blessing and protection from the Moon Goddess. It gives strength to the one who wears it.” My fingers tightened around my fork. True Luna. Elena turned and held the box out to Clara. Clara’s eyes widened. She pressed her hands to her mouth like she was shocked. “No,” she whispered. “Luna Elena, I can’t accept that. It belongs to Ava.”

“I studied every strand of the mate bond. Every lore the wolves had buried. I found the cracks. The soft places where even love could become a weapon. And I slipped in. The spell is perfect.” I heard the boy, Alex, whimper. “Oh don't be scared. She’s locked in peace now.” I tutted. “Sweet, beautiful, boring peace.” “She’ll think she’s safe. She’ll think he chose her. And Nathan? Your father? He’ll tear the world apart trying to save her. Just like he once tore me apart.” “Only this time… there will be no saving. Only awakening. His. And mine.” “Because I don’t want to be a Luna anymore.

I asked placing my hands on my waist standing at akimbo. "Luna, but I can't. She's a superior and raising my hands on her would only result in making the Alpha throw me into the dungeon which I must tell you, isn't the nicest place to be." Tenila answered with visible fright edged on her face as she shuddered a beat at the mention of the dungeon.

I lifted my fingers and summoned a blade woven of moonlight—slender, elegant, curved, like a slice of the full moon. “Is this why you came?” he asked, striking again. “To fight like them? A soldier of dreams woven from light and desire?” “I’m no soldier,” I answered, and my blade met his. “I am Luna.” The shock tore the ground open. Rowan reeled, but Vareth was already moving. Not with weapons. With words. “You fight us, but you don’t know what you’re defending. Your destiny does not hide in white. Your mother taught you—but she lied.”