Hated Luna, Reborn Novels & Stories

“Veronica’s system, her backups, the leaks, all burned. Including her.” Luna’s eyes softened. “And me?” He turned to her, brushing a thumb across her cheek. “The world might not see you anymore, but I still do.” She smiled faintly, voice breaking. “So, I start over.” He leaned closer. “No, Luna. We start over.” For the first time in years, she didn’t feel like running. She just leaned into him, the man who’d built empires and burned them for her. Their lips met, not hungry, but healing. The kind of kiss that rewrites memories, not headlines. When they finally pulled apart, the sky outside had cleared, and a new dawn was painting the clouds gold.

THE CURSED REBIRTH (Chapter 4) (Point of View: The Luna) My initial reaction was one of coldness. The kind of cold that seeps into bone, cruel as treachery and sharp as glass, rather than the soft coolness of dawn air caressing bare skin. I could have sworn—no, I was positive—that I had taken my last breath, but my chest rose in a startled gasp. I recall the burn of the poison and how my vision became blurry as the moonlight above me broke into shards. I recall Lyra's sly smile and her hushed victory. I recall my friend Kael's eyes widening in shock, but it was too late to save me.

She would bring back only the purest souls, those who had been wronged and taken too soon. “And when the new moon is upon us,” her father continued, his voice full of awe, “she makes her decision. Those who are worthy—are reborn in another body, another life. But they will never be the same. They walk with the memories of their former selves, but their new path will be different.” At the time, Lily had listened, comforted by the idea of rebirth—of second chances. Little did she know, her second chance would come, though it would be nothing like she had imagined.

She cried reading it. Rebecca read it so many times and each time she cried almost the same. He believed in me. And what I am doing here? I am crying and being a miserable she-wolf. No, I am not a weak girl. I am the Luna of the Royal Moon Pack. I am the girl who has fought for her pack and who has ruled the biggest pack of the continent for six years... I was betrayed by my mate and he left me for another woman. I don't know the reason behind his actions. But one thing is certain, I hate him! I hate Crysler Dark so much! And he will pay for his actions. He will pay for his betrayal... I will not let you go like this, and I will not sit quietly and cry.

When the time came for my reveal, their gratitude would make the betrayal even more devastating. “The moon goddess has truly blessed our pack,” Elder Marek said, raising his glass. “To Luna Liora, may her reign bring prosperity and joy.” The other dignitaries nearby caught the toast and raised their glasses as well. “To Luna Liora!” I stood there, basking in their admiration, their respect, their complete and utter ignorance. They were toasting the woman who would destroy everything they held dear, and they didn’t have a clue. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, I returned to Damien’s side. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close.

Aliyah and Rizine talked for a few more minutes before they move aside on Kilan, Milan, and the Adults. The Adults were happy to see that Rizine is fine and that she had given birth to the heir of the pack. But they could not turn back the time and did not make Aliyah there Luna. And if they should know that Rizine would be coming back and still alive they should have waited for her. But things had changed and Aliyah is now their new Luna. They are happy that Rizine is back, but the Luna they see is now Aliyah, not Rizine.

Each member, touched by Luna's transformative sacrifice, discovered within themselves unique talents and strengths that aligned with the celestial energy now coursing through their veins. Together, Luna and her pack embarked on a journey to rebuild what was lost, to heal the scars left by the malevolence. Their bond grew unbreakable as they roamed the hidden realm, warding off remnants of darkness that still lingered, and nurturing the rebirth of life and magic.

" I allow myself even though the moment seems badly chosen to tell you about Luna's position… " "Indeed, the moment is badly chosen, especially since it is no longer a subject on which to debate. Your granddaughter must have told you when she returned to you. I have already chosen my Luna, she will be officially presented to the pack during the big tournament which will be held soon." " For this purpose master, we heard a rumor that she would be half-human. I mean you indeed chose her but…" "It's not a rumor. My Luna is a single-parent lycanthrope. She is a mixed being and she is the one I chose."

"Luna, I'm so sorry. I wish I could have protected you, kept you safe." Luna squeezed Rey's hand, a flicker of determination in her eyes. "Don't blame yourself, Rey. None of this is your fault. We were just children. But somehow, I managed to resist their control. I fought back, even in the smallest ways." Rey leaned closer, her voice filled with love and admiration. "You're incredibly strong, Luna. I'm proud of you." A faint smile graced Luna's lips as she continued her story. "Eventually, they realized they couldn't fully control me. So they... they erased my memories. They twisted my mind, made me believe I was loyal to them. I became their puppet, carrying out their orders without questi

I ask. “Of course. I am human- er. Rather. I was until yesterday,” she mumbles, sounding bitter. “I didn’t ask for any of this stupid shit.” “In the werewolf world, there is a Luna who will come in her last life and either reunite the fallen pack or be the destruction of the werewolf ways as we know them. She reincarnates after every death, and very few can determine if she is back. Usually, she has always remembered her past lives.”