His Scarred Luna Novels & Stories

Martha muttered and she nodded. “Now honey, run along now. Find a place to hide your sorrow excuse of a wolf, you’re a disgrace to us. You should be thrown to the rogues, not to join their army but to be used as food because you’re very useless” Lauren added and the words echoed in her head. “Useless! Useless!” The words just echoed in her head as she dashed out in her wolf form, howling in pain while they all laughed at her.

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.

They used the ones who are weak and hold them hostage against the pack. Jumping into the fight, Aura slit the throat of the rogue who had the nerve to even look at my sister. She bent down for Skylar to climb up on her. Thankfully, Skylar took the sign and climbed up on Aura's back. Alpha Thomas and Adam jumped into the fight as soon as the future Luna was in safer hands. They both lunged themselves at the rogues. Thankfully, the rogues were not in a bigger number or it would be impossible for them to save the teen wolves. I shifted back as I noticed Skylar was bleeding. Her left forearm and right thigh had claw marks. I was still in my half wolf form, but I shifted back so I could do someth

We need your help. “Now do you understand that you are the one who asked for my help? And why you are here?” “But that beautiful woman…” “It was you Cassiopeia because behind those scars of yours was that beautiful face hiding beneath. However, that face of yours will only show when there’s the moon, during the daylight, your scars will return.” “W-What?” “But why does it have to be at night only?” I can’t help but ask. To be honest, I was already surprised that I own that beautiful face because after 21 years I might have the chance to change my fate and it will be easier for me to convince the Alpha to be his Luna.

The girl siting next to me kept glancing my way smiling. As she was grabbing the chemicals. I watched her closely grabbing some weird looking orange juice mixing it with some thick green looking substance. " Don't mix that Luna.." the girl whispered. " why? " I asked with a raised brow. " and my name is Scarlet.." " yes I know but you are my Luna.." She smiled. " Whats a Luna?" I asked. " You mean Alpha didn't tell you?" She looked at me wide eyed. " Who is Alpha?" I asked.

Liora wheezed, eyes watering. “You… can’t… touch me…” she choked. “I’m… the Luna…” Scarlet laughed. “The Luna?” Scarlet spat. “You’re not a Luna. You’re a fucking parasite wearing a title like perfume.” Liora’s eyes flashed with hatred even as she struggled to breathe. Scarlet’s grip tightened just enough to make her vision blur. “Tell me,” Scarlet demanded, “or I swear to the Moon Goddess, I’ll make you beg for the death you couldn’t give me.”

Luna's tears slowly subsided as she took deep breaths, allowing herself to release the pent-up emotions that had been weighing her down. After some time, Luna separated herself from me, with tears now drying on her cheeks. She looked up at me with a small smile as she held her hand to me, gesturing for me to look at the arms that she had rolled up. "I want you to see the scars," Luna whispered, her voice filled with vulnerability. I took her hand and gently traced my fingers over the faded marks. Her pale skin was marked with cuts, bruises, and scars, each telling a story of pain and survival. Luna's eyes held a mixture of sadness and resilience as she shared this intimate part of herself wi

Her hair’s tied up, hoodie thrown on like she sprinted here in a hurry. “You’re awake,” she says, stepping inside. “I felt your… shift.” I tense. “Shift?” “Your mind,” she clarifies. “It spiked. Like you saw something.” “Nora, I’m fine.” “No, Luna.” She walks closer. “Let me help.” I almost tell her no. But the longer I stay silent, the more my pulse climbs. Finally, I hold out my palm. Her eyes widen instantly. “Luna… what is that?” She touches the edge of the scar, careful, almost scared. “It’s reacting to me.”

Selene had been lying awake for hours, her mind tangled in knots. No matter how many times she closed her eyes, she saw again what she had discovered earlier—Luna’s scars - carved deep into her back and ribs. They weren’t the scars of a warrior who had merely fought battles. They were wounds of cruelty, lash after lash, deliberate punishment meant to break. Selene hadn’t dared ask luna about them, but the sight haunted her. What kind of past left those behind? she wondered. And why do I feel this ache for her, even after everything she’s done to me?

His fingers brushed the neckline of her dress, and before she could react, he tugged the fabric down, exposing the skin above her chest. Selene gasped, her hands flying to cover herself, but her gaze locked on the mirror—and the mark. There, just above her heart, was a crescent-shaped scar, pulsing with an unnatural shimmer. Her heart raced, the truth crashing over her. Kieran’s mark wasn’t just a claim—it was a chain, binding her to him. His lips brushed her earlobe, his warm breath sending a shiver through her as he whispered, “You’re my Luna now. Mine.”