His Silent Luna Novels & Stories

The silence stretches, heavy and stunned, before it's broken by a strange, soft sound: rhythmic snoring. It echoes through the compound like the world’s strangest lullaby, drifting into the charged night air. Cassidy blinks, wide-eyed. “Holy hell,” she breathes, her voice laced with stunned admiration. “That was... that was seriously impressive.” Luna cracks one eye open and offers a sly, triumphant smirk. “Thanks,” she replies, brushing an invisible speck of dust off her sleeve with casual flair, as though she didn’t just knock out five elite guards without breaking a sweat.

They run around for half an hour before Luna talks again. 'Let me take control Tessa, I need to get out to an opening.' Luna pushes forward and runs to the clearing near the lake with Jarek and Landon following closely. Once in the opening Luna rises her head to the full moon. She breaths heavily and a golden light starts to form around her. Flowing around and finding its way to Landon swirling around him and suddenly flows into him. Luna lets out a deafening roar and the light evaporates and everything turns silent.

he cut in. That silence that followed felt heavier than before. I swallowed hard. “It was enough for me,” I whispered. He didn’t respond. Behind him, the new Luna moved. I didn’t notice her walking until she was right in front of me. She bent slightly, lowering herself just enough to meet my eyes. Her face was calm and gentle. But her words weren’t. “You should’ve known,” she whispered, her voice soft enough that only I could hear, “you are nothing but a mere wolfless girl.”

I had abandoned the severe buns and professional glasses; my hair fell in dark waves over my shoulders, and the silver Mark on my neck was proudly visible above the collar. ​Silas entered the room, looking like a storm wrapped in a bespoke tuxedo. He stopped behind me, his gaze meeting mine in the reflection. He didn't say a word; he simply reached out and clipped a heavy, platinum necklace around my throat. It was embedded with a single, raw Lunar Stone—a stabilizer I had designed to act as a buffer for the Council’s resonance fields. ​"Ready, Luna?" he asked, his voice a low, possessive rumble.

Something else had caught my eye. At the edge of the crowd stood a tall, thin Luna with short, cropped silver hair. She was one of the thousand. I had seen her every day since the gate opened. She always sat alone, against the wall, with her knees pulled up. She never spoke. The other girls called her Quiet. Nobody knew her real name. Now she was on her feet. Both hands were pressed over her mouth. She was staring at Mom as if she was looking at a ghost, and tears were running down her face.

I squeezed my eyes to bring out more tears, pushing Leo forward a step. "Dominic..." I whispered, my voice shaking with pretend pain. "The elders agree with me. For Leo’s sake, and for the pack's honor, we need to hold the Luna ceremony. We have waited too long. Please, Dominic. Make me your Luna before the gala." Leo looked up at him, his small voice timid. "Daddy?" Dominic didn't look down at the boy. His eyes stayed locked on mine, flat and completely empty. There was no warmth in them. There was no guilt. There was only cold, dead stone.

But for a moment, with their hands aligned like this, separated only by a sheet of reflective glass, it felt like touching. Luna's eyes were hazel. He'd noted that in the dossier. But the dossier hadn't mentioned the gold flecks that caught the light. Hadn't mentioned the way they looked now, dull and distant, like stars that had burned out. She tilted her head slightly. Her lips parted. And then, so quietly he almost missed it, her throat moved. Like she was trying to speak. Trying to push sound through vocal cords that no longer worked. No sound came out.

If the Council would ever let me go. But I knew one thing with absolute certainty: I was done being the silent, grateful Luna. I was done loving a man who’d never truly wanted me. Or our baby. My baby. I couldn’t shout Stop. I couldn’t say No. All I had were my hands and my will. So I used both. I closed my eyes and reached deep inside. I found the shimmering golden thread that connected us - the mate Bond, warm and constant and agonizing. I wrapped my mental hands around it and yanked. Hard.

She just waited for Hart to either drop dead drunk or get tired and agree to leave. As Luna took another sip from the glass, she heard Sierra's voice. "Lulu, I'm going to use the restroom." After saying that, Sierra glared at Luna. "So don't you dare leave this spot, or I'm going to ditch you. Have fun finding a lift back home this late at night." "Why the glare? Don't you even trust me?" Luna pouted. "Not even a bit!" "You hurt me, Sisi." Luna clutched her chest as if heartbroken, being dramatic.

m hoping to catch a glimpse of my elusive Luna. It’s the rustling leaves that alert me again. I silently curse tonight being so windy but no one can control the weather. I look around, slowly scanning the open land in front of me. I have a clear view of the shed when I spot her. I silence my wolf just as he emits half a growl. I understand immediately why. Before he can ask, he understands why I have silenced him. She freezes, looking around for the slight growl that escaped. It’s only with our silence that she moves again.