His Forsaken Luna Novels & Stories

Alice said. But, a doubt arose in me. Did that man know I was here and came to save me? Or was he targeting rogue wolves and accidentally came here? "Are you Lunarflare?" the man asked, breathing heavily. I nodded. For a moment I realized he must have had trouble seeing my nod because of the darkness, so I decided to answer him out loud. "Yes, I'm Lunarflare." Lunarflare was one of those advantages that other werewolves rarely had.

“Hmm. I am Winter Mayers, Dante’s mate. I wanted to thank you all for taking the time to prepare all of this for me. I am grateful for the warm welcome you have given me. Thank you so much.” “Welcome to the pack, Luna.” Luna…Luna, they said. I wasn’t marked, but they were claiming me as their Luna already. I sniffled, holding my tears from falling. Snow might be right. This might be the decision I had made after so long.

I know I should be grateful they found me when they did but most times, I can’t help but wish they left me to die in the shadows among the trees. “Tonight, we wear our finest dresses, dance, and act like we don’t have a care in the world and if the moon goddess finds us worthy; we’ll find our mate got it?” Kim’s sweet voice takes that bossy edge she loves to use. “Yes, boss.” “Now, if you don’t mind can we start breakfast before Luna wakes up? You know how she gets when food’s late.” Kim smirks, “Deal, the sooner we start, the sooner we finish,”

towards the one person whom the Luna was dying for. How cruel?!

When the wind shifted, carrying the scent of ash and pine, Aria whispered to the empty air, “Goddess, guide him. He’ll need your mercy more than I.” And deep within her, her wolf replied softly, And so will you, Luna. So will you. The sun climbed higher, burning away the last traces of darkness. And somewhere, far beyond the smoke, Selene stirred — the false Luna’s bond bleeding, the threads of her stolen power trembling as fate began to unravel.

“A child. Maybe ten years old. Living in a pack that is actively trying to kill her before she awakens fully. Her name is Luna, and we have days at most before they succeed.” “Then we go for her first. Where?” “Southeast territories. A pack called Stonefang. Isolated, traditional, deeply superstitious. They believe Lunar Wolves are demons in wolf form. When Luna started showing signs, they locked her in a cell and are planning a ritual execution during the next full moon.” “That is in five days.” “Yes.” I stood. “Then we leave tonight. Gather the team. We get Luna first, then the others. No more Lunar Wolves die while I can prevent it.”

I had returned to the heart of Silverwood in a desperate bid to uncover anything that could explain Morrigan’s connection to the prophecy and her vendetta against me. The scroll’s brittle edges threatened to crumble under the pressure of my grip, but I forced myself to focus, to breathe, as I unrolled the fragile document. The language was archaic, the symbols twisted and foreign, but I recognized enough of the ancient dialect to decipher its meaning. What I read chilled me to the bone. The Blood of the Forsaken shall sow discord, and the Heart of Silverwood shall tremble. The Betrayer’s line shall rise in vengeance, and only the Sacrifice of the True Luna can break the cycle of death.

(Isabel’s POV) I could feel the echo rattling in my bones as the gates slammed behind me. Darkness engulfed me, and a cold, sharp wind ripped at my flesh. I had nothing to protect my feet, no lantern to guide me, and neither food nor warmth... Just me, naked and broken, pushed into the icy woods outside the kingdom I once called home. I was destined to be Luna. Rather than being respected, protected, and honored, I was abandoned to wander aimlessly; my body was moving, but my soul faded with each step.

“She’s not a child, Damian. You have absolutely no reason to be searching for her all the time. Close friends often grow unattached; maybe that’s what’s happening between you and the Luna, Dennis growled, grabbing a seat opposite my direction. “You have absolutely no saying in this. You don’t know her like I do. You’re just one of her subjects.”. “And so are you. We all fall under the Luna, and that’s why we’re in her mercy. She has the power to save us all, or that’s what we’re to believe.” “Even if she does, she can fall into a trap.”. “You save her then. That’s the use of being a subject. Saving your leader at the hands of death, exchanging your life for hers—that’s the perfect way to exp