Emerald Eyed Luna Novels & Stories

It took Alexia and I a little while to process everything Dante had just told us. My head felt light all of a sudden and I felt dizzy "Reign, are you alright?" Alexia checked with me and Dante went 3get me a bottle of water to drink. How come no one ever told me about all of this? I decided to allow Dante finish "I am fine now, please continue." "I have heard of the Menae and even read about the likes of Isolde and that violet eyed Luna, what was her name again?" Alexia tried to recall what she had read about the Menae.

God he was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Sensing my confusion, he said to me in our shared link, 'Your wolf has been acknowledged as the Luna queen, causing her to shed her old fur for a new one, a colour that is unseen among Lycan. Your eye colour has also changed to purple, the colour of royalty'. I gasped at the last few words he had said, my eye colour had changed? To purple? It wasn't that I did not like this whole idea of purple eyes, but I genuinely liked my old eye colour, even though it was plain old brown and it wasn't nearly as unique as my newly obtained purple orbs.

“Good. And you understand why this is a need you must fulfill, rather than his Luna?” “The Luna is a co-leader of the pack. She trains the warriors and commands social events. And, when the time comes, she will bear the future heir of the pack. All honorable Alphas respect their Luna too much to act out their true fantasies on,” I said, echoing the words first said to me when I learnt of my fate.

Agreements tied to eyes like hers. Nicholas had inherited a throne he didn’t understand. Emerson had inherited something he feared. Which meant time was no longer on her side. I hadn’t challenged Nicholas in Lafayette on impulse. Emerson was a liability in his hands and an opportunity in mine. Not because she was weak, but because everyone around her believed she was. Belief shaped reality in our world. And I recognized her eyes the moment I saw them. Eyes that did not belong in a corner. Eyes that had once decided wars without a single blade drawn.

Her long raven-black hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, and her emerald-green eyes—usually bright and full of life—were clouded with uncertainty. Tonight was supposed to be special. A celebration of her one-year anniversary as Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack, and more importantly, the anniversary of the day she and Luka Greyson, the Alpha, had completed their mate bond. It should have been a night filled with joy, a reminder of the bond they were meant to share, the love they were destined to have. But lately, things between them had been anything but joyful.

Emerald muttered offensively towards the Luna holding the knives. I pushed the Luna forward ignoring Emerald. It could be anyone. Emerald growled but the Luna had already stepped forward. “Who do you think you are? I'm leading this group.” She held onto my arm hard, attempting to hurt me. “You chose yourself. No-one else did, and by the way it could be anyone. You're just so stuck up with yourself.” Her eyes widened at my harsh tone and she backed off. But I know better, most Lunas are extremely conniving.

The way I believe in my own hands, which are stronger than they were, which have learned what they can build and what they can hold. Luna is seven months old. She has silver eyes and a loud voice and her father's stubborn jaw and a laugh that Mara says can be heard from across the pack grounds, which Mara says with enormous satisfaction. She has never been afraid of anything that I can tell. She arrived in the world furious and curious and has maintained both qualities consistently. She has two packs who know her name. The forest that borders her home glows silver at night, and the Moon Goddess's light is steady above it.

She staggered again. Kept moving. "You are demon. You destroy." "I am Moonblood. I protect," Luna replied. Another step. "You are Moonblood. You submit." "I am demon. I endure," Luna shot back. Another step. Twenty feet. Ten left. The light so bright now it should have blinded her. But through integrated eyes— Through eyes that saw with both natures simultaneously— She saw the relic clearly. At the center. Small. Impossibly small for what it powered. A carved stone disc.

In a corner of the court, a group of drummers and horn players were practicing the Ceremonial Howl Hymn, which will be played as Emily makes her entrance, symbolizing her acceptance into the pack. Randolph and a few elders were arranging the Luna’s Blessing Altar, an ancient stone table decorated with white roses, moonstones, and sacred wolf carvings. This is where my mate will be anointed with the ceremonial oil and crowned as Luna. Han was overseeing the creation of Emily’s Luna Crown, crafted from weredust plated silver and adorned with blue sapphires and moonstones—symbols of wisdom, power, and divine guidance. I turned to one of the younger maids adjusting the floral arrangements near t

Alan said and I took in a deep breath but when I opened my eyes, I was surprised at the face I saw in the mirror. Now in all my days in Sigard, Emerald was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen but the face I saw in the mirror seemed to be even more beautiful. " Who is she?" I asked no one in particular and the twins laughed. " SHE IS Emerald, a beautiful redhead with the most beautiful green eyes to match!" Freya said and I smiled, the girl in the mirror smiled too. My smile faded soon after. " No, I'm not Emerald, I'm Luna." I wanted to say to them but that would only get me in more trouble. I must never be caught, no matter what.