Death Wolf X Loona Novels & Stories

A guy in sunglasses holding the mic hollers, “ONCE AGAIN! LUNA PUER WOLF WINS!” Louder and frantic screaming reverberated. “FUCK YEAH!!!” “ANIMALS!” “ELDRIC JAMES A WOLF-SHIFTER OF THE LUNA PUER PACK JUST SHREDDED HIS SEVENTEENTH KILLS!” “GODDAMN MONSTER!!” “SEND IN A HUMAN THIS TIME!” “THE BET IS UP TO TWO MILLION DOLLARS FOR LUNA PUER WOLF!” In a glass box, Nicole sits. A cold smile plastered into her lips. She looks up to the waiter, “Send in the other Luna Puer Wolf… Kai James.”

His breath caught, his claws trembling as he stared, disbelieving, at the woman he had mourned for lifetimes. His voice broke. “Selene…?” Her gaze was tender as she stepped closer, raising a hand to touch his face—but she did not. Her fingers hovered over his skin, a breath away, a memory made flesh. “You must not do this,” she whispered. “Let go, my love.” The Death Wolf recoiled, his expression twisting with torment. “She killed you!” His voice cracked, raw and fractured. “She took you from me! She deserves to die for what she’s done!”

ZENDAYA We were all sitting at the dining table, celebrating the unlocking of my wolf. I was ready to be a Luna to black moon pack and Xander's mother was particularly happy. She was all over me, praising my beauty. She apologized for being mean to me earlier saying it was only because I had no wolf and they didn't want their son to make a Wolfless girl his Luna. According to her, they've worked so hard to make their pack what it was today. So they do not need a weakling to stand behind their mate.

She wouldn't even give me a chance to. The thought evaporated as my eyes caught something. Not something. Someone. I stopped shot. A she-wolf with an auburn-colored fur waited in the distance. She stood where Keira and I last saw each other. She was poised and ready for whatever was to happen tonight. The sight was spellbinding and took my breath away. Orion whimpered with excitement at the sight of our mate. For a moment, I was deeply confused. This was a Luna wolf alright. And she did not look ill one bit. Then I recalled the doctor's tale. The Moon was at its peak. Which meant that Aria was healthy, strong, and a true Luna tonight.

He caught my signal and closed his mouth, a slight furrow on his brow. Sylvia, Evenly’s daughter, leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with a hint of smugness. "Why would they approve of her when she doesn’t even have a wolf?" she chimed in, her voice dripping with judgment. The words stung, but I remained calm, doing my best to keep my composure. Damon’s hand tightened around mine, but I squeezed it gently to remind him not to rise to the bait. I could handle this. I relaxed into my seat, letting my smirk form slowly. "Guess what?" I said, leaning slightly forward to catch their attention. "That wolfless girl you’re all talking about? She’s going to be the Luna of all your packs."

Devon We round a corner and finally feel a change in the air. “Hold,” I tell my warriors in our pack mind-link, and that’s all they need to hear to stop dead in their tracks in formation behind me. Instantly, they all pick up on it as well–the distinctive scent of a wolf shifter. We know it’s Stephen, but we aren’t sure whether he’s alone. The forest is filled with traces of scent, the essence of all the creatures nearby.

Zoe read it quickly. "[.. Wolf has always been known as a womanizer, so it's no surprise that his female companions change like the weather. Observers sometimes spot him with multiple women in a single day. But perhaps Wolf has only once clearly been in a relationship with one of his artists. Who doesn't know Loria Moreu now? One of the singers came like a meteor and exploded into beautiful fireworks, captivating music lovers with her enchanting voice. She is the most promising artist Wolf currently has.

But inside, my wolf snapped her teeth, restless and furious. This was my territory. My crown. My victory. And if Rael thought she could come back from the dead and take it from me... She was gravely mistaken. I tilted my head, stroking my belly once more. "You won't take him. You won't take this," I murmured under my breath, venom lacing every word. "Not the pack. Not the child. Not the man." Let them whisper Luna all they liked. Let her wear her scars like armor.

I didn’t feel any danger; instead, I smelled a familiar scent—jasmine with a hint of fresh tea. That’s strange. It’s the same scent I love. “If we meet here, you’ll be between life and death,” the white wolf said. “What?” “You shouldn’t be able to see my form; you only sense it. For we are one, Delilah.” The wolf sat up, facing me. “And I know you’re in great danger right now.” “Who are you?” “Lona.” “Who?” “Go back, now. Until we meet again.” ...

Caer leaped to his feet and shook himself, his claws clicked against the stone floor. The large Grey wolf of Thorr towered over all North London Delta wolves. Thorr might have some distant alpha blood in him too with the way he was tearing through any enemy in his front, but his mind was not in the fight. He kept his nose fine-tuned, ready to catch a whiff of the familiar scent. Suddenly, the scent came. He looked up sharply. "Lydia!"