Blessed luna rising Novels & Stories

I clutched my chest as power and pain rushed through me as my knees gave way and I plummeted to the ground. I saw myself standing on a wide, moonlit plain. The stars overhead were more brilliant than I had ever seen, and the air was clear. A figure with silver hair that flowed like liquid light appeared in the distance. "Melissa," she said quietly in a quiet yet deep voice. "Who are you?" I shook as I asked. With her bright eyes staring right into mine, she answered, "I am the Silver Luna." And you are my descendent, kid. You are my destiny, my strength, and my blood.

The couple exchanged vows, promising to love and protect each other till eternity. As the ceremony comes to a close, the pack begins to howl in celebration, their voices echoing through the forest. The newlyweds join in, their howls blending together in a beautiful harmony. As the night wears on, the pack dances and sings, celebrating the love between Alpha Altan and Luna Esen. It is a night that will be remembered for generations to come, a symbol of the enduring bond between werewolves and the moon.

They approached me one by one to greet me. “Happy birthday.” The special greetings came behind me so I turned around and saw him. He gave me a bloody red rose which was very beautiful. “Thank you.” He held my hand and bend to kiss it. “Awoo!” Everyone howled as he did that. When I said everyone, even my family and the little children around. They expect me to be the next Luna. Behind my smile was the pressure they caused me. Behind my wide smile was a silent beg to the moon goddess to give me what I want so I would not disappoint anyone.

A symbolic gesture to ask The Moon Goddess to grant the King his Luna bride. Luna was a pre-destined bride with a blessing from the Moon Goddess. Sometimes Luna was blessed with a beautiful face and figure admired by werewolves. Sometimes The Moon Goddess blessed her with wit, smartness, and a sharp mind, but in such rare cases, she was blessed with a magical ability. All the blessing was intended to make the Alpha King stronger and make his life easier when he ruled the Kingdom. Rakan, the young High Priest, chanted the spell, and the glow of the fire became more intense and bigger.

Atop it lay a bowl of molten flame, steady and waiting. Elder Rune’s voice echoed in their minds. The Bonding Flame demands not words… but flesh, spirit, and surrender. Kael turned to Luna, his eyes dark and wild. “Are you ready for this?” She nodded slowly. “I was born for this.” Without hesitation, Luna stepped onto the altar. The flame in the bowl pulsed in recognition, casting her in its golden glow. She untied the crimson sash at her waist and let the ceremonial robe fall away, revealing her bare skin—flushed, powerful, and glistening with heat.

“It will, Gamma Reden. Believe in that and it will happen.” “Thank you, my Luna Queen. You just don’t know how much you uplifted my spirit.” “Think positively, Gamma Reden. Don’t worry, I will also include that in my prayers before I go to sleep tonight.” Gamma Reden nodded and smiled thankfully to the new Luna Queen. Gamma Reden’s hope elevated much. It has been said that a Luna Queen’s words either a curse or a blessing to anyone, usually happens, as the Moon Goddess favors Lunas, more so, a Luna Queen.

I finally whispered. ‘You are goddess blessed. You are soul bonded to my daughter. She is no werewolf born of cursed lycanthropy, but pure Direwolf, born pure for the earth as her defender. She is not a Luna of cursed origins but StellaLuna, born of starlight.’ Came Bridit’s howl. “You are blessed by the Morrigan, born in the magic of love, and gifted with life and protection by the chooser of the slain,” came the battle crow’s cry as she shifted back into crow form.

Alpha Dean stood and placed his hand on Christen’s shoulder. “You have my blessing, son,” he said firmly. “Protect her, honor her — and stand together as the Moon intended.” Christen bowed his head with deep respect. “With my life, Alpha.” Kaelen lifted his goblet once more. “To the Luna of Moonspire — and to the dawn of a new age.” Voices echoed in unison: “To Luna Liora!” Christen turned to Liora again, smiling as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “My Luna,” he whispered, eyes gleaming with devotion.

I reply. When I was done explaining everything to them, they were still surprised. Xaver finally decides to say something, “I have a theory, and I am sure that it must have already crossed Luna’s mind. Luna is the child of the prophecy, blessed by the moon goddess. She is different from the rest of the supernatural creatures. Now, she became a tribrid, a mix of Lycan, siren, and vampire. It should not be surprising that she is able to overcome the rules set in place for peaceful living. I can bet that she can do what the other creatures cannot do. When she was describing that feeling of peace and calm that came over her, I remembered something. One day when I was praying to the moon goddess,

Our prayers in the darkness had been heard. Luna's melodic voice carried clear and strong over the chaos stilling the frenzied motion all around. "Rise, dearheart, and be filled with Light." Her blessing shone down intensifying until I was blinded by searing rays pouring into my core, chasing away all gloom and despair. I cried out as my veins ignited with starfire, senses overwhelmed by the divine infusion. Profoundly I understood the sole purpose for this gift - to shield and defend my loved ones still helpless in evil's shadow. I would not fail again.