His Deaf Luna Novels & Stories

He gives me a nod and turns to ask Hanna a question. Jared leads me to Delian who sits on the edge of the couch, her lip between her teeth. "Deili, the Luna is here." Her little blue eyes find mine and I can already see them welling with tears. Her lip breaks free of its hold and wobbles. I quickly kneel in front of her and use my good arm to pull her into a hug. She begins to loudly cry into my shoulder, breaking out in apologies several times over.

Anna was behind the curtain, waiting until Zach would call her name. “Luna?” a little girl’s voice called, stealing her attention. Someone was tugging her dress. Anna looked down and saw Diana looking up at her with curious eyes. “Why are you hiding?” Anna couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m not hiding.” “You look like you’re playing hide and seek.” Anna knelt down in front of Diana and smiled. “I’m here because I’m waiting for Alpha Zach to call me outside.” “Why?” “Because he’ll announce to everyone that I’m officially the Luna now.”

“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.

Luna remained silently submissive beneath him, her tears continuing to wet her face

The alpha that died saving his human Luna. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l *

Luna's past and present were colliding, and she was at the center of it all, unaware of the storm that was brewing around her. Luna was sitting in her room and listening to music since the whole house is full of roar because of the arrangements. Cassie made Luna to wear the facepack forcefully as tomorrow is Luna's big day, as Luna is waiting for the face pack to dry up so that she can wash her face. That's when Daniel did a video call, Luna declined the call and Daniel sent a message, "are you busy?" "No" Luna replied, Daniel asked, "why declining the call then?"

My Luna was the one who had been said, a decade ago, to come and end the Dojras war. She was not happy, since it was said that I might use my life to pay for the war victory. Seeing her should be a great news, since the pack has been waiting for the Luna of mine to come. I walked into the room and pulled my phone out of my pocket and plugged in the earpiece into it, to my ears. I played Crazy world by Lucky Dube, a song that came to mind, thinking about the complicated issue, surrounding finding a damsel and thinking about the future. I sank in my bed and laid, with my legs against the floor.

63 Decker made the decision before breakfast was even over. He didn’t ease into it. Didn’t circle it. Didn’t present it as a possibility. He set his coffee down, looked across the table at Tony, then at Lotty, and said, “The Luna ceremony happens in two days.” Silence dropped over the small morning meal. Tony’s eyes lifted first, sharp and immediately approving. Lotty blinked once. Then again. Across the room, Megan, who had joined Morgan for breakfast at Decker’s invitation because apparently he enjoyed chaos, went perfectly still.

she said. Vaeron said nothing. But something in his chest cracked and he whispered: “She’s remembering who she is.” Deep in the Deadwood, they howl without sky. No moons. No law. Outcasts among outcasts. I came to them bleeding. They laughed, they bared teeth. But when I spoke, the ground trembled. And they bowed. “Luna of No One,” they said and gave me their dead. The night was quiet. Too quiet. Seris struck while I slept. No blade. Just words.

No response. He only cried harder. “Talk to me,” I said gently. “Maybe I can help.” He sniffed, his voice shaking. “I… I heard something” “What did you hear?” I asked. He held the papers tighter. “I heard that the Luna is dead.” Everything inside me went still. “What?” I asked quietly. “Which Luna?” He didn’t look at me. “The Luna…” he whispered. “She’s dead… she was my favorite.” For a moment, I didn’t know what to say.