Hurricane Luna Novels & Stories

“Y-You…” Andrius could not believe his eyes and stammered, “I-Is that you, Luna?” “Hubby!” The figure turned around, and it was indeed Luna. “Luna!” Overjoyed, Andrius instinctively asked, “W-What are you doing here?” “I…” Luna’s expression immediately changed. “Old Hagstorm captured me and imprisoned my soul. Only by killing him can I return.” What? Andrius was shocked to hear that Old Hagstorm had taken Luna away and imprisoned her soul, but how could that be?

On the huge flat-screen TV on the wall, a news reporter was speaking, “In the last two years, this had been the heaviest storm recorded. It has been raining nonstop and it is advised that everyone please stay indoors.” “This is some storm, huh?” Aiden chuckled the words out. Ace was sitting on another couch, he glared at his father and rolled his eyes before looking back at the TV. “We have three people wounded and one dead already. This is not a joke, folks. Stay indoors!” The reporter continued. “But in other news, it turned out that our Luna was not who we thought her to be.”

She turned the side of her neck to show me a mark and my eyes opened when I saw it was a bit similar to mine, but mine was shinier and more precise. Wait, did she say werewolves? Wolf? I touched the mark, causing me to shiver and she nodded at me with a serious but kind look. “You are the Luna. You are Alpha Enzo’s mate.” What? Norman bent his neck towards me and Corey did the same, with Davina and Andrè. I stared confused and lost, it is when a loud giggle was released from across the fields and everyone’s head raised that I realized it was from me.

“The Luna just requested the path-clearance for tomorrow. She did not think you were coming.” Hudson closed his eyes. “Just follow the trail, Blake. Keep it simple. No prying.” “Understood, Alpha. But the trackers predict a heavy mountain storm tomorrow. The cliffs toward the cemetery are treacherous when the sleet turns to ice. I have warned the Luna.” Hudson paused. “How did she respond?” “She is as stubborn as a winter wolf. She said the Great Alpha Harrison deserves his due, rain or blood. She will not stay off the mountain.”

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.

Luna even chose to stand up and leave Leon alone on the balcony, prompting him to run his hand through his hair in frustration. Meanwhile, Luna walked back into the apartment and settled herself in the living room, trying to focus on the flat screen in front of her. "Luna Estrada once again faces the consequences of breaking her contract with McQueen, and this is reportedly not the first time she's terminated agreements with well-known brands. Rumors are circulating that she's currently in Hawaii for her honeymoon with her husband, James Alvarez." That's what the news reported when Luna turned on the TV for the first time. Her agency had spun a story of a honeymoon to the public, while she w

As the day wore on and the sun slid lower, clouds gathered again—this time a natural bank, heavy with unshed snow. Luna watched them from the shelter of a thinning stand of pines, back against a trunk, arms wrapped around her knees. She lifted her right hand. Just once. Was tempted to reach for them. To see if they would dip, darken, at her whisper. She didn’t. Not yet. Power was a muscle. It needed rest between lifts. Instead, she watched. Felt. Let the storm build on its own. For the first time in her life, watching heavy weather roll in did not fill her with dread.

I shivered as I recall how violent and destructive the Luna events were. I raised my head to look at Storm, expecting to see her scared but she had a small smile and a wicked glint in her eyes. Fucking hell, she was intrigued by my words. I had to quickly dissuade her. " The events get really violent, I remember one Luna almost lost her life because she pushed too hard. And also once the Lunas find a weakness in you, they are going to use it against you. Storm, you're a werewolf, once they know that, they are not going to make it easier for you at all." I hoped my words had taken effect.

I dial the local Spanish emergency number and wait for someone to pick up. * * * Luna is in a coma for five days. The first two are from the knock she took to the head, the last three are medically induced, to give her swollen brain time to recover. This morning the doctor took her off the meds that were meant to keep her under. She's now on some serious painkillers for the cracked ribs, broken arm and twisted ankle.

She recognized who it might be; she was almost certain it was Hanna. So anxious and desperate, Luna tried to reverse with her chair without looking at the path, trying to call for help. But her voice wouldn’t come out. In her distraction, she veered off the driveway, falling into the garden area. She hit her head hard, losing consciousness. Her arm barely managed to support her own body, weakened by the illness that drained her more and more each day.