His Scarred Luna Novels & Stories

Luna was crying silently . She didn't knew what wrong she did in her past life .She lost her family and lived a hard life as a orphan. Today she is caged and forced to marry a devil. why was her life so hard ? Why can't she live her own life peacefully.

That’s the Luna of Evergreen Pack. My person had pressed — are you certain, could it be someone similar, describe her yourself — and Corvin had described her. In detail. The specific quality of her posture. The way she tilted her head when she was thinking. The scar, which he’d seen once when she’d rolled up her sleeves during a pack work day three years ago and which had come, he said, from a training accident in her youth. Then Corvin had asked why someone was describing the Luna of Evergreen Pack to him.

"— very well, as expected from an Alpha who has a Luna without a wolf." "Watch your tongue, rogue..." Alexander butted in, his eyes flaring up in anger. "Don't you dare smear Dark Knight's Luna with that filthy mouth of yours!" "Then do your worse if you want my mouth shut." The rogue continued. "— that doesn't change the fact that your Luna is vulnerable even than an omega." "You asked for this, then so be it." Kenziel growled, tightening his grip around the rogue. The rogue let out a weak, ragged laugh, his body growing limp as Kenziel's grip began to suffocate him.

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.

The breeze lifted her hair, brushing it softly against her cheek as she smiled that kind of smile that came from both pain and healing. Her body had fully recovered, though faint scars still lingered along her wrists, reminders of the runic chains Draven had used to bind her. But those scars no longer held pain; they were symbols of endurance, proof that love had triumphed. Behind her, Sebastian leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her silently. His wolf stirred within him, content for the first time in many moons. There was something sacred about the sight before him, his Luna, standing tall once more, sunlight woven into her hair, the sound of their children’s giggles filling th

However, queen Naya seemed very impressed by what Melina did. After thinking about what Melina had said, the people began to murmur among themselves. “Melina is truly a kind person, she deserves to the luna ” “She loves the Alpha so much, that's she is willing to take the blames for his silliness? Wow! ” “I wonder what spell that lunatic girl has cast on the Alpha, he keeps chasing after her like a lost puppy ” “She has our best interest at heart, she is the right person to become our luna, she is generous”

“Becoming Luna Queen of Moonfall? It's so much bigger than anything I've handled before. I was Luna of Whitebrock, sure, but that was one small pack, one life. This? This is the entire Lycan nation. Everyone will talk—whisper, judge, question if I'm even worthy after everything with Zane, the divorce, being seen as... stained.” “Fuck what everyone else thinks, Camille,” Arlo said, his expression a mix of frustration and tenderness. “The elders, the packs, they can gossip all they want. We've got the power to make this work. You're not stained; you're a survivor, stronger than any of them.” Kael shot him a sidelong glance but nodded in agreement, his tone measured.

She could only force herself to retort, "Leonard, stop asking! I really didn't lie to you!" She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "Leonard, you're not scared, are you? Are you afraid Silvermoon Pack will retaliate? What are you afraid of? With me here, I'm a descendant of an Alpha. As long as you make me your Luna, no one will retaliate against you." She grabbed Leonard's trouser leg desperately as tears streamed down her face. Her voice was a mixture of tenderness and sorrow. "You love me, don't you? Please look at me and have mercy on me... We'll be together forever. We'll have everything..."

“Don’t move. I can heal you.” My fingers touched the wound, and I channeled my Luna's healing into her. A warm glow flowed from my palm, and the gash on her head began to slowly close. But when I helped her remove her blood-stained shirt to check for other injuries, I froze. Her back, her arms, were a roadmap of old scars. There were circular burns from cigarettes, long welts from a belt. Others looked like they were from being beaten with a blunt object. The scars were a mix of old and new, some dating back to when she was just a child.

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.