I Am Luna Novels & Stories

Smiling Mason laughed, "How can I possibly be the host of the evening without my hostess?" "Hostess?" Danica squeaked out as Mason reached an arm around her waist. "Yup," Smiling he began leading her into the crowd. As they passed group after group of people Danica couldn't help but feel people's questioning gazes on her. Of course they would be curious after all she was cuddled up to their Alpha. She couldn't help but find herself wondering exactly what their reaction would be once they found out that she was their future Luna. Would they be upset by the notion? Would they easily accept her? What if they were to find out that she isn't able to change? Would they want a Luna like that?

The tiny droplets fell, decorating the purple attire and the black hair like transparent pearls, delicate and fragile. However, that scene made the delicate white face of Felicia stand out even more. He asked, "Who are you?" Felicia blinked her eyes, suddenly remembering who this person was! Red Stone Pack! Oh! Could this man be her future brother-in-law? Felicia had a sister, Monica, destined to marry into the Red Stone Pack as their Luna since childhood. The Red Stone Pack had an exalted status, but now they humbled themselves and bestowed their grace by selecting a Luna who was a commoner. And obviously, the chosen future Luna was Princess Monica of the Blue Moon Pack.

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.

We are no longer a secret. We are claimed. We are Luna.

I could destroy, conquer, make Luna vanish entirely. The Obsidian Sons weren’t tools, they were extensions of my will. Soon, everything will now to me. I exhaled slowly, savoring the electricity of possibility, the raw potential of unbroken power. “Then let’s make our first move,” I whispered, not to the AI, not to Thorne, but to myself. As their awakened leader, there would be no turning back. "Luna, originally named Dahlia, recently turned Isla McRae, in Scotland. Can you help me find her son?" I asked, my voice steady, commanding.

The Silver Moon Pack is my home, and I am the Luna of this pack. As a Luna, I will not back off to anything. Fighting for what is right should always be in my head. “I understand if you disagree on this, Ares, but Isabella is right. I still have a lot of things to prove, and being a deserving Luna of this pack is one of them. You are not going to stop me because this is what I want to do. Perhaps, Isabella has to learn her lesson. She's being so arrogant as if she's good at everything.” I mumbled to Ares, making sure that Isabella couldn't hear us.

“Wren did say that the amount of wolfsbane in your body was lethal.” My baby almost died. Just thinking about it made me so fucking angry. I was ready to tear the world apart. “That’s weird.” Emma mumbled. “Not for you.” Drake smiled. “You are the True Luna. You can do what most wolves can’t.” Emma looked up at him and gave him a small smile. Jealousy burned inside of me. She shouldn’t be smiling at him. But what pissed me off even more was the way he was looking at her.

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.

“What?” “It’s good Killian isn’t dead,” I said, stepping toward him. “Because I’ll be the one to finish it.” His mouth parted slightly. I kept going, not blinking. “You think I need protecting from him? From anyone? You think I’m going to run just because some Order decided to get involved?” I laughed bitterly. “Let them come.” Dark didn’t interrupt. He just watched me. “I’m no one’s Luna,” I said. “Not anymore. And I will never let anyone control me again. Not Killian. Not Amarah. Not the damn Order. Not you.”

I flirt, making her giggle. “Well, that is something isn’t it,” She flirts back. “I’m Luna.” “Seriously, your name is Luna?” I ask with a smile. “My parents are Potterheads as well as Potheads,” she laughs. “So, you knew my name? How?” I ask. “Simple, you play football,” She smiles. “So, you are a ball bunny?” I ask losing interest. She smacks my arm. “No, asshole, your name is up there,” she points above us on my locker.