Little Luna Novels & Stories

"I… I am Luna Bailey." "Luna? That's a beautiful name." Levian's voice was very soft, and his eyes were smiling. "But why do you keep your head so low? Do I look that scary to you?" Luna immediately raised her head. "No, you are not! It's just my habit." Melody laughed and helped out her friend. "Luna is just shy. Don't tease her." Levian finally saw her face. Luna had a small face with long eyebrows and almond eyes. She did not have a seductive face, but she looked youthful and lovely.

SIX MONTHS LATER Luna got dressed and stared at herself in the mirror. She was wearing cream-colored pants with a matching striped jacket. Her hair was tied into a bun, and she had applied simple makeup on her face. She smiled at her reflection, "Wow, you look good, Luna. You look so beautiful. Who would look at you and turn their face away? Absolutely no one." "Indeed, no one would do that," her friend, Allison replied from behind.

I still haven’t completely decided yet on which pack I will go to, but right at that moment, it’s only Craig whom I really know, and I decide to stay with him until I make my decision. Looking down, I pull the blanket away from my body and see the same clothes I had yesterday, all wrinkled. I just shifted from the bed and put my legs down, my feet brushing on the brown fur carpet, when the door hastily opened, startling me. “Miss! I mean, Luna! You’re awake! Do you need anything? Water? Food?” I look at her frantic face as she moves her hands giddily, pointing things out one after another. She looks young, maybe about 16 years old. Her curly brown hair is tied in a ponytail, and her skin is

It all felt like one big barbecue party, with part of it being the welcoming party becoming the member of the pack. When Helena and I joined the crowd, we were received so warmly. Helena was the pack’s Luna, since Jackson hadn’t yet found a new Luna. She had already told me that I was her Luna, but since I wasn’t ready for that yet, we hadn’t shared it with the pack—and fortunately, no one else was pressing me about it. A small, two-level stage had been set up on the lakeshore so that the moon shone beautifully on everyone on stage. Jackson and Dave were already waiting on stage, and Mateo was walking toward us.

"Who is your friend?" Luna thought about it with her whole small face. "Tall," she said. "Sad. Quiet." She held up a hand as high as she could reach, to show how tall. Nolan made a small sound in his throat. Gianna took Luna's hand and held it between both of hers. "Does he scare you?" "No." Luna shook her head, bemused that anyone could think so. "He waits." "For what?" Luna hesitated, then said, in the careful voice of a child repeating something she has been told, "Tilda."

The way I believe in my own hands, which are stronger than they were, which have learned what they can build and what they can hold. Luna is seven months old. She has silver eyes and a loud voice and her father's stubborn jaw and a laugh that Mara says can be heard from across the pack grounds, which Mara says with enormous satisfaction. She has never been afraid of anything that I can tell. She arrived in the world furious and curious and has maintained both qualities consistently. She has two packs who know her name. The forest that borders her home glows silver at night, and the Moon Goddess's light is steady above it.

Luna shouted something — Lily couldn’t hear it. Then— Silence. And a cry. Small. Sharp. Alive. Lily collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving. Luna stood frozen, eyes wide, hands shaking. Wrapped in blankets in Luna’s arms… Was the baby. He was quiet now. Watching. Newborn, but too aware. Too focused. Soft blonde hair already visible against his tiny head. And eyes — Blue. But deeper than either sister’s. Storm blue. Luna swallowed hard. “He’s…” She stopped.

“Flynn was born on the 1st of August. It is surprising how you look exactly like him” Luna Rolana took tiny steps towards me while Alpha Harlan stepped back. Her eyes narrowed on me, staring at me indecisively before she pulled me into a hug. “The moon goddess surely has a solution for every problem…” She pulled away and cupped my face. “You will save us and everyone in this pack” A faint smile crossed her face. I was still confused.

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.

Gush! The moon was full, the calm breeze flashed into my face. I took slow steps into the quiet place. The gentle sound of night insects pierced the air. I saw a fireplace. I walked to the place and sat. My eyes fell on the phones and headset on the floor. I knew someone must be here. But I didn’t mind. I sat down beside the flames and enjoyed the warmth it made me feel. A calm song “Lonely” by Justin Bieber was blaring from the stranger's phone. I sat there and enjoyed the moment.