Liquid Dark Luna Novels & Stories

Former Luna of Moonshard Pack. His mother.

I questioned whilst my pack members alongside Grace was holding in their laughter. That was until one of the Thunder Wolf pack’s warriors came forward, “Luna?” he questioned making me smile, “at least someone recognises me." I said which shocked everyone at the scene. “You’re a girl?” Jake asked with shock whilst all the trainees at the scene looked at each other with amazement that the so-called demon is truly a girl.

They all were bowing in respect including Keyla. " What do you have? Tell me about it!" I exclaim, and she started explaining. " The element of nature is what makes the dark luna strong. I used only four out of those elements of nature to weakened her, then to look her deep down where she belongs. Those elements would be as simple as the wolfsbane plant, the blood of living creature - which I suggest yours, a flame of fire, and water. The spell will separate the dark luna away from your luna partly. Yet, this is not going to be enough, we need to paralyze the marks' effects on her. The moon marks are not actually just moon marks, they're more."

I told them about my father and all. "Seriously?" Cage asked in awe. "We have the most unique Luna ever." Cullen spoke with reverence filling his voice. They both then bowed to me, a simultaneous action they did without even looking at each other. "So, you're not upset that I'm a half-witch hybrid?" I was still waiting for them to drop the niceties and reject me. "Why would we be?" Cullen smiled at me. "Yeah, our Luna is badass." Cage was laughing. "I told you, no one is going to care. You're the Luna; there is no changing that." Derek smiled at me as well.

I wrote the names of my fallen, swallowed moonstone ash, stood naked before the Hollow One. “You want a vessel?” I said. “I want revenge.” It did not nod. It only entered me. And thus was born the Shadow Luna. They crawled from the ruins. Fur like soot. Eyes like dying stars. Not alive. Not dead. Drawn only to me. One licked my hand. Its tongue was fire. “My Luna,” it rasped. I had made my own pack. And they would obey no one else. She waited by the blood tree. Still loyal. Still afraid. I stepped from the shadows.

He gives me a nod and turns to ask Hanna a question. Jared leads me to Delian who sits on the edge of the couch, her lip between her teeth. "Deili, the Luna is here." Her little blue eyes find mine and I can already see them welling with tears. Her lip breaks free of its hold and wobbles. I quickly kneel in front of her and use my good arm to pull her into a hug. She begins to loudly cry into my shoulder, breaking out in apologies several times over.

“No, but I still needed you there. Next time, you're coming with me.” She agreed and I hurried up lunch and proceeded to get ready. Even while shopping, I didn't forget that I needed to get haircare and skin care too because I didn't trust hotel products. Elara helped me pick out what to wear today though and just as I had planned, by after noon, we were out of the house and on our way to her shop. “What is the shop called?” “The Dark Light.” Hmm, that sounded intriguing. I checked up her reviews on G****e and she seemed to have a good resume in reading palms and seeing people's future.

Just… nothing. “They’d rather have no moon than a bleeding one,” Kira said, worried. Luna, now 40, walked among them. Old, tired, human. She didn’t tell them to choose. She just sat with the gray moons and said, “I see you. Gray is okay too. Rest

Liam asked. The child only stared, then lowered his head. From behind a house, a middle-aged woman came out. Her hair was partly streaked with gray, her body thin but her eyes alive. She carried a basket of small glass bottles filled with clear liquid. “I look after them. They are not sick, Luna,” she said. I watched her warily. “Do you know who I am?” The woman smiled faintly. “All who live under the moonlight know who Luna Darkmane is.”