Ex-luna's Revenge Novels & Stories

"The purpose of my attack on the Blue Lagoon was to draw your attention away from Gabriella, and I sent my men to retrieve her. However, when she arrived here, I was shocked to find out that she had defeated Lukas!" "Lukas is one of my strongest men, and he was just defeated by a she-wolfless?" "However, my research indicates that he was also successful in defeating Alpha Arman, who was formerly the Alpha of the White Moon Pack. Because of this, I started taking an interest in her. "If she's that strong, she could very well be the one I am looking for, a Luna, provided that it's appropriate! That one night spent in bed won't be the end of her life!"

And if I can’t have you, no one will. But Kael was wrong. She wasn’t his. She had never been. And as she closed her eyes, a new determination took root. He had tried to destroy her, but he had only awakened her. The Luna’s revenge would not be whispered in the shadows; it would be roared from the mountaintops. And she would not be alone.

“Shut up, I am not finished yet. Then when the Bitch showed up I only needed to plant doubt in your mind and you willingly wore my talisman. The watch, if you were wondering. It caused your feelings to be amplified. I just had to make you doubt her and feel angry with betrayal. It was so easy. Then it went even better than the plan you mated, marked and made me your Luna in front of her. The brokenness I felt radiating her was almost enough to quench my thirst for revenge. Almost but you let the bitch go and I couldn’t act until you passed out. Then as Luna I could invite my people over and we could take over and take over is what we did.” A growl emerges through the shock and I stand rushi

“Controlled exposure. You’ll be the signal, I’ll be the shadow, and Damien and Elias will have eyes everywhere else. He thinks he’s hunting, but this time, he’s bait.” Luna’s breath caught. Fear warred with determination. “And if he sees me?” “He will,” Adrian admitted. “But that’s why you’re not alone. You’re never alone.” The plan unfolded with meticulous precision. Luna would exit through a decoy corridor, looping around the perimeter as the holographic feeds misdirected the ex and any other eyes watching. Adrian, Damien, and Elias coordinated the timing down to the second. Every step she took would be a signal, a calculated risk, a lure.

In a swift, fluid motion, the figure struck Luna square in the chest with a golden lance, the very weapon wielded by Zadkiel. Luna staggered back, a gout of blood spilling from her lips. She wiped the crimson stain away with the back of her hand, her eyes narrowing as she locked gazes with the mysterious figure. Realization dawned on her face, a mix of betrayal and fury. "You," she hissed, her voice laced with venom. "Hah! Never thought I was being played all along."

felt afraid. The Luna has reclaimed her Pack! Elara is leading an army of "Archived Assets"—a messy, multi-genre rebellion—down to the "Distribution Hub" to hijack the multiverse's broadcast. But on Floor 0, the "Universal Underwriters" are preparing their final defense: a "Series Reboot" that will turn Elara's own army against her. Can she maintain the "Empathy Link" when her friends are being "Re-Written" into enemies?**

My eyes narrowed. Then suddenly, I grabbed her by the hair. With one strong yank, I dragged her straight to Annie. “APOLOGIZE!” I snarled. She let out a blood-curdling scream. Her guards moved to rush me, but I raised my hand—now tipped with claws—and pressed them right to her throat. “Come any closer and I’ll slit your precious Luna’s neck wide open,” I said with a smirk. They froze. Selene sobbed and struggled, screeching, “You stupid, savage rogue! I’m the Luna—Storm Fang Pack’s Luna! The entire world respects me!”

Luna turned to the group behind her, her children, Lydia, Elvis and Rebecca. “This isn’t just vengeance,” she said, voice trembling with fury. “This is a message. If they want to crawl out of the dark and take from me, then I’ll drag the dark out by its spine and make it scream.” Then she closed her eyes for a beat, jaw tight. “Go,” she barked at the guards. “And don’t come back until their blood is on your boots.” The guards saluted in unison, fists to chest. Then they turned and vanished, their footsteps pounding against the stone like war drums.

Tony’s face was a picture of reluctance and unease, his jaws—tense, his shoulders—clenched, his face was etched with discomfort. “You’ll have to prove to us where your true loyalty lies. Wouldn’t it be awesome if you walk up to your baby girl over there and perhaps, tell her what it’s like to be at the other side?” Monica voiced—soothingly. She felt so eased as she said that and handed him the knife. My eyes widened right away but I felt safe in some sense. Deep in my heart I prayed to the moon goddess for just one thing—Medeina. “Monica, that’s not going to be necessary, you’ve got to stop this madness and let’s talk to terms, I’m the Luna of the pack and you’ve…” Roan tried to come in, as

The rain had not stopped since the Geneva Summit burned to the ground. Smoke still clung to the edges of the sky when Bianca returned to New York with blood on her coat and her daughter in her arms. The rescue had been fast, brutal, and merciless. Luca traitor, mercenary, and ghost from another life had taken Luna not for ransom but for vengeance. He wanted to prove Matteo had grown weak. He wanted Bianca to bleed. He failed.