His Silent Luna Novels & Stories

Too quiet. Luna sat curled on the far end of the long velvet sofa in the sitting room, the shattered remnants of the photo now buried deep in the bottom of a trash bin in her bathroom. Her wine glass sat untouched beside her. Her fingers were clasped tightly in her lap. She hadn’t eaten. She couldn’t. Her nerves were rattled, her thoughts a swarm of voices, his voice Sebastian’s voice, haunting, mocking, as if his breath was still on her skin. She had lied to herself thinking the silence meant peace. But peace had always been temporary with a man like him. He was the kind who vanished so you could let your guard down… and then he’d strike harder.

A silent, menacing sneer twisted Luna's lips. "And you think I'm giving up because I'm silent." For a split second, Roman's countenance froze, and then his control returned. "Be careful, Luna. I have the power to permanently silence. She slowly looked into his eyes. "You wouldn't risk it. You enjoy the commotion too much. His breath ghosted her ear as he leaned in. "You don't know what I enjoy." Even though her pulse betrayed her, she replied softly, "Maybe I'm starting to." Their gazes briefly met, two forces surrounding each other, waiting for the first to break. Roman then stood up straight and turned to go. Luna let out a breath as he left, her hand grazing the thin collar seam. She coul

Kael's POV Luna stood at the northern border like a ghost returned from the dead. No weapons, no armor, just torn clothes and fresh bruises marking her face. She looked like she had been through hell and barely escaped. "This is a trap," Silas said beside me. "She comes crawling back the moment we are vulnerable? Too convenient." "Maybe." I studied my cousin through the fence separating pack territory from neutral ground. "Or maybe she is exactly what she claims. Someone with information we need."

The silence in the room was chilling. The moonlight aggressively shone through the bay windows, illuminating the two inhabitants of the room; one sitting and the other standing; both caught in a web of sexual tension. Luna was speechless. She tried to talk, but no sounds came forth. Time slowed. She could clearly count her heart beats as they thumped wildly in her chest. “Luna. Tell me to let go. Please.” Sebastian's voice was deep, but she could hear the cracks in it.

"I'll listen. But you'd better be telling the truth." "Now, for the sake of our child and humanity, you are not going to step down as the luna for Aurora," I said, my voice pouring out in a commanding tone. "Because, as you said, she is mute, and the pack can't be led by a person of this kind of condition. And equally, you know she can't be far from me, so now she would stay with me as the second luna. That is my decision."

I clutched my chest as power and pain rushed through me as my knees gave way and I plummeted to the ground. I saw myself standing on a wide, moonlit plain. The stars overhead were more brilliant than I had ever seen, and the air was clear. A figure with silver hair that flowed like liquid light appeared in the distance. "Melissa," she said quietly in a quiet yet deep voice. "Who are you?" I shook as I asked. With her bright eyes staring right into mine, she answered, "I am the Silver Luna." And you are my descendent, kid. You are my destiny, my strength, and my blood.

Lydia said. He turned instantly, a flash of relief crossing his face. “Lydia.” She stepped beside him and slid her hand into the crook of his arm. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to keep my Alpha waiting.” Nina’s smile faltered. “And you are?” “I’m Lydia,” she said sweetly. “Knox’s mate. His Luna. I think you’ve heard of me—or is something else the matter?” There was a pause—thick, uncomfortable silence as the word Luna settled into the space between them.

Luna's specific character—the enigmatic, idealized 'First Love'—requires her to project an ethereal, silent atmosphere rather than deliver heavy dialogue, a creative task that requires minimal effort due to her flawless photographic memory. Sitting quietly near the monitor, she watches Stella perform her dramatic sequences. To her immense irritation, Stella is magnificent. Her acting is fluid, her emotional transitions are flawless, and she rarely requires a second take. The talent is undeniably real, making it all the more infuriating that her morality and her personal life are built entirely on a foundation of stolen credit and strategic lies. By the early afternoon, a brief technical rece

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

At my coming-of-age ceremony, I was supposed to accept the Chosen Mate Mark from my childhood sweetheart, the pack healer, Rowan. We were supposed to be bonded for life. But then Caleb, our Alpha, stepped in. In front of everyone, he pulled me into his arms—an irresistible force, a suffocating tenderness. He claimed it was a Fated Mate bond, that his wolf had lost control. He forcibly marked me. After crying all night, I had no choice but to accept it. I became the pack’s Luna. Everyone thought Caleb and his wolf were possessive. Insane for me. Then, two years into our bond, I finally got pregnant with his pup. That’s when he cupped my face, his eyes red-rimmed and gentle. He forced me onto