I Am Luna Novels & Stories

The weight of that title, the significance it held in our pack, shook me to my core. Becoming Luna meant more than just a title, it symbolized a bond, a union that transcended mere words. In Elijah's eyes, I saw a vision of a future where we stood side by side, ruling together, our love and a child yet to come weaving a tapestry of hope and possibility.

I remembered everything - who I was, what had happened that fateful night, and the faces that had remained blurred in my mind yet still haunted me for so long. I was Kiara Anderson, the Luna of the Crimson Pack. That night, I had been on my way to meet Asher, my mate, to discuss our Mating anniversary plans. But Jonas had intercepted me, his voice urgent, informing me that my parents were under attack by rogues and I needed to accompany him immediately.

The moon goddess had put in enough time in creating the lady perfectly to be a perfect match for me. Everything about her was beautiful. Suddenly, she pulled away, halting the ritual I'd initiated. She began backing away. "What's wrong?" I inquired, taking a step toward her, but she kept retreating. "I'm not ready to be a Luna," she confessed, and it came as a blow to my heart. Stunned, I halted, watching her distance herself, feeling my heart clench. "What do you mean you're not ready to be a Luna?" "I'm not emotionally equipped for that title. It's just not meant for me, I'm sorry."

Luna’s tone was soft and innocent. She held a stack of printed papers and flipped through them one by one in front of the camera. She approached the camera, occasionally bending down, allowing the camera to infinitely magnify her beauty and pride. The male fans in the live broadcast room were instantly excited, and they could not focus on what she held in her hand at all. Luna sniffled and used her soft and cute voice to continue speaking, “My television shows, movies, and some business collaborations are all handled by my team. I'm currently recording 'Debut 303' on Lonasp Island, so I really don't know anything…”

She walked right up to me and stopped, smiling evilly under the mask before turning to face the crowd. “I, Michelle Alonso, will become the next Luna!” She declared and smiled at the Luna, who had a horrified look on her face. Everything had finally fallen into place, and soon, everything would be fully complete once Lucian and Killian Nox faced their death in a few minutes.

The pack gathered, whispers like wind before a storm. Steel clashed with claws. Pain met fire. But Saelaith refused to fall. And as Lira’s eyes widened, she knew this Luna was no longer the rejected girl The cold wind carried memories I tried to bury. I closed my eyes and saw my old pack, my family. Faces I loved, faces that betrayed me. The night I was marked a failure. The moment everything shattered. But those ghosts fueled a fire inside me. I wasn’t their Luna anymore, I was my own. Vaeron stood alone in the moonlit hall. His hands trembled, a rare crack in his armor.

This little tidbit earned me some brownie points with Alpha. Just as I’m stretching my neck, I see Luna step out and oh my, I never was one for wedding dresses but wow. She looks like the moon goddess herself. Liam is going to lose his mind when he sees her in this. Just wow. Oh shit, I’m gawking and she saw me but I can’t stop. My pocket starts vibrating.

“I’ve known Liam for a long time. Believe me when I tell you, I’ve never seen him happy, not since his mother was murdered. For nearly twenty years, Liam has been steady, strong, fierce, and a very good Alpha. But never happy. Not until he met you.” He wheels himself over to me, taking my hands. “You are exactly what Liam needs in his life, and just you wanting to be better for him, means you are exactly what he needs, someone that puts him first.” He wipes the tear that falls down my cheek. “If you really want to make sure that you are a kick-ass Luna, I have a suggestion.” “Yes, anything!” I say. “After your ceremony tonight, talk to Luna Calista. She is the queen of Lunas. If anyone can h

I looked at Killian in wonder as thousands of voices filtered through my mind, many of them saying 'hello' to their new Luna. I was officially Luna of the Blood Moon Pack. Killian's Luna.

It was a profound sense of unity, of belonging, that warmed my heart. I focused inward and sent a wave of love and gratitude to every member of our pack. They all fell silent, their faces reflecting astonishment. “How did you do that?” Mateo asked in awe. **“I am your Luna, and I will stand with you through good and bad. I am grateful for each and every one of you—for the love I have felt from the moment I arrived here—and I wanted you to feel how much I love you in return. I am not a typical Luna, nor just a wolf. Our pack will be something special—a magical place where we all thrive, where every member is valued, cherished, and loved,”** I said, turning to Mateo and then addressing the res