His Scarred Luna Novels & Stories

A harsh, white glow like bone catching faint bioluminescence. It illuminated a narrow tunnel stretching ahead—and a figure sitting cross-legged in its center. Herself. But… not. This Luna’s eyes were darker, shadowed under heavy brows. Her mouth curled in a perpetual, mocking half-smile. Her mark on her forehead was a deep, bruised blue instead of glowing bright. She wore no Moonstone necklace, no trappings of power. Just scars. Dozens of them. Old and new, crossing her arms, her throat, her hands.

They told a story I no longer wanted to hide. I wasn't ashamed anymore. These scars were proof that I'd survived. That I was still here, still fighting. Each one was a battle I'd already won. Someone in the crowd whistled, another one laughed, the sound sharp and cruel. "Ignore them," Luna said quietly as she appeared on my other side. "They'll be choking on those laughs in about twenty minutes." I hoped she was right. In fact I needed her to be right. Thorne stripped too. All muscle and scars and tattoos that probably meant something violent. His body was a weapon, honed and deadly. His wolf would be massive. I'd seen glimpses of it before.

“ Let her in ! “ said Luna from inside . When they heard her , they opened the door and Mel came inside . She looked at Luna as she was laying on the bed watching tv . Mel was surprised to see that she was watching a sad movie . Luna hated sad movies the most and she would never watch them . The only time she watched sad movies was when Kevin’s accident happened . “ Geez , why are you watching such a sad movie ? You don’t like them . You aren’t like this . “ said Mel taking the remote and shutting the tv down . “ Don’t turn it off . I was watching it . “ said Luna trying to grab the remote from her . When trying to grab the remote her sleeve went down and Mel saw her scratches . “ Luna…..wha

"I'm not scared of dark staircases anymore." Julian let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. "After everything tonight, that's what you're brave about?" Victor shot him a look. "Focus." Luna stood close to Scarlett's other side. Her face was pale, but there was a new strength in her eyes. "I know this place." Scarlett turned to her. "You've been down there?" Luna nodded slowly. "Once." Her voice lowered. "They took me there when they started the conditioning."

"When the bond went silent... when I couldn't feel you..." His hand trembled against my face. "I tore the world apart, Luna. And I still almost didn't make it in time." I opened my eyes. "But you did. You found me." "Look at you," he said, his voice laced with self-loathing. "Bruised. Broken. Covered in scars." He moved his hand to my shoulder, hovering over the spot where Charlie’s claws had shredded my back. "The healers did their best," he said grimly. "But Lycan claws leave a mark. It will scar. You will carry that... that reminder... forever."

the women answered in unison. Luna Selene slowly looked back at Nala. Without another word, she reached down and lifted the hem of her fine silk shirt, exposing a jagged scar carved just above her belly button. Several women gasped out loud. Tears welled up in Luna Selene's eyes, shining under the morning sun. Then, a triumphant smile spread across her lips. "During the rogue war, many years ago, I too chose death once," Luna Selene confessed, her voice thick with emotion. "And it saved my life."

Beatrice has gone into the crowd too and Seven slithered unnoticed into the crowd too. Beatrice was laughing in the corner with another Luna who despite laughing and engaging in conversation could not stop looking at the bouncing breast of Beatrice.It seems like they are making her uncomfortable but she had no courage to confront her. She was drinking like she was drinking water.One would swear she was stressed. Something grabbed her attention and for a moment the Luna in her company seemed to be speaking alone. Color drained from her face, leaving her as white as snow.It was like she had seen a ghost. I followed her eyes and they landed on a boy making acquaintance with Seven.

human" side. You will have the ability to do things most wolves can't. Not even Alphas. The pain your describing is your heads way of preparing for the change." "Is this the reason you want me to be your Luna? You’ll have access to stronger power through me?" He stops and turns towards. He is serious, glaring into my eyes, and I see it. He is trying to mask it. The hurt. "When you turn into the Lupus Luna you will understand. You will feel the snap in place. You are not just a rare Wolf. You are my Mate. The Moon goddess destined us together. I felt it the moment you shook my hand. I know you felt something too but shook it off." I smile at him "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm just

How could this be? Werewolves? Was there such a thing? Arystyn looked at Alex, tell me more. Alex told her that once someone is attacked by a werewolf if it doesn't kill them it turns them into a werewolf, in her case a Luna. A Luna is a term for the subservient female werewolf. Oh Hell no! She wouldn't be subservient to any man! Arystyn had prided herself on being a strong independent woman and that wasn't going to change no matter what. What about Julianne? Did you find another young woman? Had Julianne been attacked and was she roaming the streets or was she dead? There was nobody else only you. Arystyn had to find her friend!

“Who are you?” I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I had slipped up. It had been one stupid, careless mistake. My heart raced as I scrambled for an explanation, but nothing came to mind. The last thing I wanted was for him to recognize me as the Luna who had supposedly died—hell, even knowing me as Nyx was dangerous. He would figure out who I was, and that would be the end of everything. Ronan Garrick. Alpha Ronan of Silver Hollow pack. The man who had requested to see me the night I had died. My biggest enemy ㅡ well apart from Davis and Elaraㅡ he was in the pack?