His Frozen Luna Novels & Stories

She laughs at my desperate state, her voice carrying an icy resonance that mocks every sacrifice we made to reach this forsaken peak, taunting me that the frost-lily is protected by a cold-ward that will instantly freeze the blood of anyone who tries to pluck it. Her mocking voice echoes off the crystal walls like shards of breaking glass, reminding me of all the times she used cruelty, deceit, and poison to assert her dominance over our household and tear our family apart. "You are too late, little Luna," her spectral voice hisses, dripping with malicious glee as the air around the frozen pool grows visibly colder, frosting over with sharp, jagged crystals that glint like tiny daggers in th

(LUNA'S PLACE) With her parents away in India, Luna finally had the house to herself and Noir could visit her anytime. He stepped into her room, balancing a bag. “Luna.” She hissed, still sulking about her stolen chocolate. “You don’t wanna see what I bought?” he teased. She rolled her eyes. “What now?” “Pizza and ice cream.” He grinned. “But no, Luna is allergic to them so…” “I’ll take the ice cream,” she cut him off quickly.

"Ma! From the Northern Ice Plains! Alive!" Luna looked down at the flowers in his hand. The roots emerged from the cloth, still carrying crumbs of frozen soil. She reached out and took the thistles. Her cold fingers brushed his hand. Reg pulled his hand back, resting it on his knee, breathing hard. Luna held the flowers up to her eyes for a long moment. Then she reached into her inner pocket and pulled out that transparent ice tablet the size of her palm. A single, slender white root tendril was sealed inside, still flecked with frozen soil. The edges of the tablet were smooth, worn by years of being carried close to her body; it had long since absorbed her warmth.

She even disregarded Alicia's calls, opting to turn off her phone rather than wait for something uncertain. Luna took a deep breath and exhaled, watching the puff of air escape her mouth, a testament to how cold it was in Los Angeles right now. She sat on the balcony of Leon's apartment, absentmindedly swirling the contents of a hot chocolate glass with her index finger. She had no intention of taking even a sip, just fixating on her reflection in the glass. Soon, someone draped a warm coat over her shoulders, and Luna didn't need to guess who it was.

Just as I’m about to say something, argue that I wasn’t that good of a girl, Laura comes back into the room, this time with a line of crew members and cameras behind her. She grins at us once we’re looking back at her, clapping her hands. “Alright guys, who’s ready to film Luna’s choice?!”

"You two know each other?" Calhoun stated more than asked. "Funny." "There's nothing funny about this, Alpha Calhoun." Lady Maddie said. "This girl has-" "Be careful," Calhoun warned, his demeanor getting serious. "She's not just any girl but the future Luna of the guardian pack." The lady swallowed what she had to say. "Lady Maddie must be replaced, I don't want my dear to feel uncomfortable. Leave." Calhoun ordered.

Chris' PoV “Well then, Luna of the Night Moon Pack, why don’t you step forward and show everyone how strong you are?” I taunted causing her to hesitate and flinch when hearing my remark. As she shown no movement, I glanced over at the trainees who were sitting in a dumbstruck state and gave a pitied look, “awww, your little Luna is scared to lose against a weak and small wolf” I insulted whilst glancing over at the trainees.

They had been born into it. Somnia stopped at the gate. "I am Somnia of the Sleeping Ones. I seek an audience with Frost." A guard stared at her. Then he turned and walked into the fortress. --- Frost emerged at dusk. She was tall, her fur white as bone, her eyes like frozen lakes. She looked at Somnia, then at me. "The Luna. The traitor. The half-thawed." "I am Somnia." "I know who you are. You were my friend. Now you are my enemy."

“If you want me to truly forgive you, then let the wolf live.” Nicholas was appalled. Was his Luna crazy? What is she thinking, defending a rogue? Does she know who this lady is?

Answered Zephyr, he then continued to spoke more about Luna position, “As female werewolves were scarce, a Luna with a power only born one time in a hundred years, that was Hyacinth, she got the power bestowed by the Moon Goddess, and thus the most powerful Luna in the world.” “So, Hyacinth is the Luna of the states, right?” I tried to confirm it, while trying to grasp on the story a little, imagine that you get a confirmation about fairy tale which are not a tale from the begin with. My mind was already baffled by this whole mystic blood people. “Hyacinth was the Luna of the states, which three of the five packs already bound to her.” Another voice came from behind me. When I turn around, I