His Silent Luna Novels & Stories

Luna had agreed to work with Alpha Burst and Sierra, but her trust remained fragile, like a fragile bud that could either bloom or wither. "We must act quickly,"Luna declared, her healing aura pulsating around her. "The dark magic is spreading, infecting the very life force of the forest. It must be stopped." Alpha Burst, humbled by his earlier mistakes, nodded in agreement. "Luna's right. We need to harness her powers to protect the woods. It's the only way." Sierra, a champion from an adjoining pack and Alpha Burst's chosen mate remained silent. Her presence was a source of tension in the group. Luna couldn't help but wonder if Sierra's selection as Alpha Burst's mate was solely about stre

"I'm sure that was just her trickery, right, Darling?" "Sorry, my dear Luna. I agree with Rutherford," Ikaros said. The man glanced at me for a moment, and our eyes met. "I want to scold you. But you look pale. Are you sick?" I refused to answer. I had suddenly turned into a terrifying furry creature, and I began to believe that Lorelei was a witch, or at the very least, I was being pranked and there was a hidden camera capturing my expression. Now the fur was gone from my skin, but I was still traumatized.

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”

She was in the porch looking on the horizon. “Where is Daylight?” Sil asked her. “She can’t walk when the light is going down. We won’t see her ‘till morning.” Luna said without skipping a beat or even turningn around to look at us. If we get back by morning. “So where are we going?” I ask her before Sil gets the chance. “Peru.” she said almost certainly. "That's some strong sibling telepathy right there." Sil said scouffing.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

With a final wave from Ainar, the door once again clicked shut. And then there it was, the silence again. Gavin refused to look up. He doesn’t really know what to do. What does he say to them? He fiddled with his fingers some more, letting the silence stretch further, before he heard a sharp inhale. “You look just as beautiful as the day we lost you, if not more,” the Luna said softly, almost in awe and also extremely sad. There was a certain edge to her voice, and she almost sounded close to crying again. Gavin braved himself to cast a brief glance at them, but his gaze quickly fell back to his own lap.

As the night light shone through the clouds, the river was glittering, the voice of the awakened Jack came stumbling to the river to see her mother. Before Jack could reach her mother, the Luna unexpectedly had a tear roll down her cheeks, a silent cry was heard by Jack. Jack approached her mother, hugging her and comforting her. And for a child that is only 2, she didn't cry but gave a brave and calming face to stop her mother's sadness. The Luna whispered into Jack's ear, “I am sorry my daughter, I have to go and when the time comes, you must carry out your duty, I know you won't understand what I am saying but when the time comes, everything would make sense, I love you.”

The Luna, the most powerful Luna in the entire world. Can’t even argue with her confession. I kind of just lay on the bed and not talking anymore. Hyacinth was gone afterwards, and I begin to drift into sleep, not even realizing that someone was hearing my conversation the whole time.

Only Sierra remained silent, her eyes half-lidded, watching the room like a Seer might watch a burning forest: with sorrow, but no intention to intervene. Not yet. Kael entered through the back—silent, but no longer radiating chaos. His presence stilled the noise like a dropped axe. “She is the Luna,” he said. “That’s not a debate. That’s a fact.” Elder Rowan leaned forward. “And if she fails the ritual?” Kael’s eyes burned. “Then none of us survive what follows.” Outside, at the lunar altar deep in the glade, the ritual had begun. Liana stood at the center, surrounded by carved obsidian pillars, each etched with lunar phases. The wind howled with unnatural hunger.

The mark on my shoulder pulsed under moonlight. Not pain, something worse. It whispered my name in a tongue I’d never learned. “Do you hear it too?” Dax asked, voice shaking. I nodded. The Moon wasn’t speaking to me anymore. It was commanding me. Lira entered the war chamber in crimson, not mourning. “The Luna throne sits empty,” she purred. “And the Alpha hesitates. Perhaps I should rule.” The elders didn’t laugh. They listened. She smiled at Vaeron, then looked at me. This wasn’t politics.