Kamila Luna Novels & Stories

Luna Estrada, also known by her stage name Luna, is a renowned model and has been the highest-paid model for two consecutive years. She possesses a tall stature and a remarkably beautiful face. Her modeling talent was evident from the age of 3 when she became a brand ambassador for Kidsstyle, one of the most famous children's fashion brands at the time. Her modeling career has continued to flourish, even at the age of twenty-three, making her a top model. She has become the most influential model in the fashion world this year.

The beautiful red head smiles finally, pleased with the outcome. “Good, I am Kamila. The mate of Artemis Sinclair and the obvious future Luna of the Crimson Fire pack. Do you know who I am now?” I look up at her, taking in that face, etching every bit of her into my memory. “Yes.”

The salty air is thick and heavy. I would much rather be lounging on the spectacularly white beach, my toes buried deep in the warm, dry sand, the cool, invigorating spray from the ocean misting on my skin. But I am here. Working. I’m always working. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane. “What about the second daughter?” Weiland asks, lowering his voice slightly. “Leila?” “Apparently, she’s not of divine blood. The mother, the former Luna, had a bit of a thing for Omegas. Sick, twisted shit.” I don’t usually gossip, especially about the tower wolves, but this one is too juicy, too dark, to just let it go.

My voice trembled. "There were nights I cried myself to sleep wondering what I had done to deserve being hated by the people who were supposed to love me most, I believed every cruel word, I really believed I was nothing." " I took a slow breath. "But you were wrong." I turned slightly, looking at Oliver before smiling through my tears. "The Moon Goddess had already written a different future for me." I looked back at them. "The same girl you called worthless is standing here today beside the kindest, most powerful Alpha this pack has ever known, as his Luna, I am no longer the worthless Lilith, I am Luna Lilith."

“Good. And you understand why this is a need you must fulfill, rather than his Luna?” “The Luna is a co-leader of the pack. She trains the warriors and commands social events. And, when the time comes, she will bear the future heir of the pack. All honorable Alphas respect their Luna too much to act out their true fantasies on,” I said, echoing the words first said to me when I learnt of my fate.

She then shoved me again, harder this time, trying to force me back against the cold stone pillar. “I won’t warn you again, Camille.” I gritted my teeth, losing to the rage that was bubbling within me. Her eyes widened with confirmation as she raised her hands, high enough to split my lips. “You know my name! I knew it! You are the disgraced Luna.” But before her hand could make contact a third time, a large, tan hand shot out of nowhere, catching Camille’s wrist in a grip that looked tight enough to shatter bone.

“More than you will ever know. But I can’t. I’m bound to him. He saved my life. He trusts me. I swore an oath.. I am his Beta—” “What about the oath you made to me?” My voice shattered. “What about the nights you promised you’d never let anyone hurt me? What about when you said I’d never face the world alone?” He closed his eyes like the words pierced him. “You’re not alone,” he whispered. “I AM!” My voice cracked. “Because right now I’m not your lover. I’m not even myself. I’m just—” My breath trembled. “A substitute Luna.” The words tasted like poison.

Claudia in the armchair opposite, legs crossed, notes on her lap. Cameras whir to life. Red lights blink on. In some control rooms, a countdown reaches zero. “We’re live in three, two…” a voice whispers. Claudia looks at the camera. “Buonasera,” she says. “Tonight, in an exclusive conversation, we speak with global recording artist Luna Valentine—whose real name, as many of you have now learned, is Luna Valentina Rossi‑Moretti—and the man the world has been calling her ‘mafia husband’: businessman Dante Moretti.”

"You think I'd tell you anything, Lisa? You're just a weak little girl. What could you possibly do to me?" I leaned in closer, my eyes blazing with anger. "Maybe I didn't introduce myself properly," I said, my voice low and menacing. "I am not Lisa, the weak human girl you treated like dirt. I am Kiara Anderson, Luna of the Crimson Pack. And for everything you did to hurt me, you will pay." Jonas's eyes widened in shock, his face paling as he realized his mistake. He had thought he was dealing with the same timid girl he had betrayed, but he was wrong. I was Kiara, and I would make him pay for his crimes.

He let’s out a small whimper but doesn’t try to get closer. “What is your name,” I ask trying to help Lucas out but fishing for more information about her. “Keila.” “How old are you Keila.” She looks at us in through before answering. “How long have I been here?” “Three days.” “I’ll be eighteen tomorrow,” she whispers. Lucas then backs down knowing Keila won’t recognize who she is to him until tomorrow. “Keila this is Lucas, he is the Luna’s Beta. He wont’ hurt you. Can you tell me about those that attempted to kill my mate?”