Little Luna Novels & Stories

The Luna whispered into Jack's ear, “I am sorry my daughter, I have to go and when the time comes, you must carry out your duty, I know you won't understand what I am saying but when the time comes, everything would make sense, I love you.” The Luna kissed Jack on her forehead and whispered, “my sweet daughter, now go to sleep and i'll see you tomorrow” whilst Luna gave a small smile along with tears that's forcing it's way out. The Luna whispered some sort of spell, making the child fall asleep in her arms whilst tears overflowed her cheeks. Not just that, little Jack's memory of what happened at that moment was wiped out. The Luna used her powers and made an identical self with light brow

The kids were abuzz with chatter, asking all sorts of questions. “Emily! Elizabeth! Don’t smother my daughter!” A woman with tanned skin and flowing black hair chuckled. So that was the previous Luna of the Lunar Lake pack. She was so beautiful, and the children all immediately flocked back to her. “So, who do we have here?”

"You two know each other?" Calhoun stated more than asked. "Funny." "There's nothing funny about this, Alpha Calhoun." Lady Maddie said. "This girl has-" "Be careful," Calhoun warned, his demeanor getting serious. "She's not just any girl but the future Luna of the guardian pack." The lady swallowed what she had to say. "Lady Maddie must be replaced, I don't want my dear to feel uncomfortable. Leave." Calhoun ordered.

I wonder what else time and this pack has changed in him. “Please forgive my mate, we are on high alert around here. Welcome, I am Luna of Pine Lake, you can call me Liberty. We were only expecting you Claudel. Who are your companions?” the Luna is not at all what I pictured. She is young, far younger than I would have guessed from how Marcel described her. The way she stands, her confidence and manners remind me of my days at court. She has a regal air about her, and a calming effect on the highly strung pack at her back.

How could this be? Werewolves? Was there such a thing? Arystyn looked at Alex, tell me more. Alex told her that once someone is attacked by a werewolf if it doesn't kill them it turns them into a werewolf, in her case a Luna. A Luna is a term for the subservient female werewolf. Oh Hell no! She wouldn't be subservient to any man! Arystyn had prided herself on being a strong independent woman and that wasn't going to change no matter what. What about Julianne? Did you find another young woman? Had Julianne been attacked and was she roaming the streets or was she dead? There was nobody else only you. Arystyn had to find her friend!

His father tried to reason. As they spoke, his mother walked into his office. His mother, the luna of the pack, Caua Wolf was a woman in her early fourties. She was only a little over five foot which made her very short compared to her husband and son. She had long brown hair and brown eyes that shone whenever she spoke. She also had very soft features. She was a caring mother and a kind luna. All the people of the pack love her for her good heart, and Rodriguez loved his mom more than anyone else.

Luna said, returning her gaze to the vast expanse of the sea, as if telling a story about her life so that Lucas wouldn't remember her painful past. "When I was three years old, Mommy took me to a fashion show. I saw beautiful models dressed like princesses, and that's when I told Mommy, 'Mom, I want to be a model,' with a smile and a nod as if supporting my desire. Later, Mommy was surprised when I actually begged to appear in public like the models I had seen before. That's why, when I was still three years old, Mommy took me to modeling school," Luna explained in detail, causing Lucas to slightly bow his head and look in her direction.

Charlie said, placing a huge tray with so many pastries on the table. "Wow, there are too many" I gasped, not sure if I could eat all this. "Don't worry Luna, just eat as much as you can and I can pack the rest for you to take home?" She said in a warm tone, I smiled at her. I took a round one that smelled like strawberries to taste first and a loud deep content moan ripped from my throat the instant it touched my tongue. They chuckled at that, "So, Luna, I heard you were a rogue, which pack did you come from?" Charlie asked, making me take a big sharp breath.

No sign of her. I am Rachel Thornhill, daughter of Thomas Thornhill, who is the beta of the Winter Moon pack. I have long chestnut brown hair, almost to my waist. My eyes are a forest green and if you look closely you can see gold speckles in them. My skin is an olive tone, and I have about a dozen light freckles sprinkled over my face. My lips are full and a dull shade of pink. I am one of the shorter girls of my pack, measuring a whopping 5'3" and weighing 125 lbs. "She should have parished with the bitch that manipulated you! She is the byproduct of having a child with someone who is not your mate!" sneered my stepmother.

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.