His Miracle Luna Novels & Stories

Miranda sighed and adjusted herself on the bed. “Luna Aurora. She was the Luna of the Grey moon pack. But she died two weeks after that night. She got shot by a dark witch‘s poisoned arrow, and after much suffering, and not responding to any treatment, she died." Miranda paused, searching Audrey's face before she continued.

The way I believe in my own hands, which are stronger than they were, which have learned what they can build and what they can hold. Luna is seven months old. She has silver eyes and a loud voice and her father's stubborn jaw and a laugh that Mara says can be heard from across the pack grounds, which Mara says with enormous satisfaction. She has never been afraid of anything that I can tell. She arrived in the world furious and curious and has maintained both qualities consistently. She has two packs who know her name. The forest that borders her home glows silver at night, and the Moon Goddess's light is steady above it.

Jackson mind-linked to me. “I love you too,” I replied, wiping away my tears. We were ready for the second part of the ceremony. Elder Johanna was leading the ritual. She approached us, placed her hand over our joined hands, prayed to Selene, and nodded to Jackson. “I, Jackson, Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, declare you, my mate Loreen Liira of the Silver Moon pack, our Luna—the Luna who will stand beside me to lead and protect our pack,” Jackson proclaimed. “I, Loreen Liira, born of the Lunar Eclipse pack and now a member of the Silver Moon pack, accept the title of Luna to Alpha Jackson and to our Silver Moon pack,” I said, locking eyes with him.

MADDOX I laid there and watched my mate sleep. I dared not move in case I woke her. I'm surprised it took her as long as it did to break down. I had known it was coming, no one could have gone through what she had the last few days and not have cracked. I was beginning to understand why the Moon Goddess had paired me with her. Her undeniable reliance and strength, outshone my own. She would be the perfect Luna for the White Claw pack, and probably far more than what I deserved in a mate.

“Kieran, explain yourself. Since when do we invite witches into our home? Have you forgotten the laws that were placed... just so we wouldn't have to deal with the likes of her kind?” A flash of Esmeralda crossed my mind. I pushed it aside. “I haven’t forgotten anything,” I said evenly. “This was necessary.” “For her?” my mother asked, glancing at Aria again. “She is still alive. Wolves heal.” Miranda tilted her head. “Interesting,” she murmured. I knew that tone already. Trouble. My mother’s eyes narrowed. “What is that supposed to mean?” Miranda slowly circled the bed. “Oh, nothing,” she said lightly. “I simply expected more… concern. Considering she is your Luna.”

“This thing is working.” Just as I was about to stand, the door burst open. “Hi, Aria!” Lara’s voice filled the room. I almost jumped out of my skin. My heart thumped hard. “The day you learn to knock,” I said, trying to sound calm even though I was still catching my breath, “I think the Moon Goddess herself will have to appear to you.” She laughed, brushing her curly hair back as she closed the door behind her. “Maybe once I find my mate, I’ll learn to knock.”

"On when Dante proposes. Current odds favor the next full moon. I have fifty on Christmas because I think he's dramatic enough to wait for maximum impact." Luna stared at her oldest friend for a long moment. Then, despite herself, she laughed—a real laugh, warm and surprised. "You're impossible." "I'm invested. There's a difference." Mira's expression softened. "For what it's worth, I think you two are the real thing. The rumors are just... noise. Confirmation of what everyone already sees." Luna looked down at her hands, at the mark on her wrist that bound her to Dante in ways no ceremony ever could. "We haven't talked about it. A ceremony, I mean. It's not..."

And in that moment, I knew that we would be okay. As we all stood together, basking in the miracle that had just occurred, a voice rang out from the shadows. It was a deep, resonant voice, and it filled the air with power. "You have shown great courage and love, Luna Harriet," the voice said. "And in doing so, you have proven yourself worthy of a great gift." And then, the air around us began to shimmer and glow. And from the shimmering air, a figure emerged. It was the Moon Goddess, and she was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.

The maid, terrified, didn’t dare meet Mireya’s gaze. “Please, leave us,” Luna said gently to the maid. She knew the maid was frightened of Mireya. The maid quickly bowed and excused herself. Mireya glared at Luna, looking her up and down. “So you’re Luna?” she sneered. Both Luna and Mireya were strikingly beautiful, but their styles were worlds apart. Mireya was the epitome of luxury, while Luna’s beauty was wrapped in simplicity. Luna nodded politely. “Yes, I’m Luna.”

“All who live under the moonlight know who Luna Darkmane is.” “What is your name?” Liam asked. “My name is Miriam. I used to be a healer for Knight Pack. But after the war, I was expelled. I found this village, and they, the children, came to me on their own.” “What have you been treating them with?” I asked. She held a glass bottle high. The liquid inside shimmered faintly, like liquid silver. “With this. An extract from a plant that only grows under the full moon. I call it Essence of Silvermoon.”