Loner To Luna Novels & Stories

he says, walking out the cabin to call his parents. Walking over to my bathroom door I walk in and shut the door behind me. My bathroom is small, a small shower in the corner, my toilet a few feet infront my sink. A small rug with little flowers sits in the middle of the floor. I walk over to the mirror and look at myself, my eyes are red and swollen from crying. My hair is a mess and frizzy from everything that has happened. So many emotions are running through me right now, I feel like a volcano that is about to explode. Dumping lava over the surrounding lands. I know who I am by myself. I’ve grown to love being alone, to find comfort in the silence that fills my days. My grey blue eyes st

Luna, Alpha Burst, Sierra, and Orson agreed that they needed to open a channel of communication with the rival pack to understand their motivations and grievances. Luna's role in this endeavor was vital. Her powers of healing and empathy allowed her to connect with others on a profound level. She would serve as the bridge between their pack and the rival pack, attempting to find common ground and peaceful solutions. Under the moon's gentle glow, Luna ventured toward the borders of the enchanted Nampa, accompanied by Alpha Burst, Sierra, and Orson. They approached the territory claimed by the rival pack with caution, aware that tensions were running high. It wasn't long before they encountere

Luna: [Look at how intense it was. Luna: [This is something that a lonely woman like you will never be able to experience, right?] Luna: [I'm generous enough to let you take a look. No need to thank me.] Jenna would probably cry until her eyes were swollen when she saw the photos, but she could only pretend that she knew nothing. Luna just felt happy both physically and mentally. The sound of water in the bathroom slowly diminished, so she quickly got up, put on her clothes, and waited at the door.

If I had my way, I would hide my Luna inside the room till they left. His wife too…this slut! Why was she staring at my wife's boobs like that? I could swear I saw her licking her lips. I would make sure that Landon and his wife would take the room at the far end of the pack. These days my Luna had been acting so strange, I did not need people tempting her and giving her mother watering offers. “So tell me, Nicholas. What have you been giving to our Luna, she looks so shiny and plump! I like what I'm seeing,” Riley asked me.

Luna Sandra made me feel two inches tall, even when I was trying my best. “I'm trying my best," I muttered, my voice barely audible. Sandra stopped before me, tilting her head as though inspecting a flawed piece of art. "Your best isn't good enough. Being Luna isn't about trying—it's about doing all you can. If you fail, it's not just your reputation on the line, but the entire pack's."

Patrol reports carry fewer red marks. “And Luna,” Lira says suddenly. Rylan smiles faintly. “She sends a postcard from her trip to Africa.” “Again?” “She claims the sunsets there look better each time.” Lira imagines her friend standing at the edge of distant shores, wind in her hair. “She always wants to see the world,” she says. “She is seeing it.” Beta Damon accepts leadership of the LunarStrike pack, and Beta Hale is his beta. His guidance brings stability there as well. Luna travels freely now, sending letters filled with sketches and stories of cities and forests far beyond their borders.

“But after what happened, I couldn’t. You humiliated me. You called me a liar in front of everyone I knew. You made me feel like trash. How was I supposed to tell you I was pregnant?” He sat back, jaw tight. “You think that was easy for me? Watching that footage, thinking the one person I trusted betrayed me?” Luna's voice cracked. “You didn’t trust me, not even for a second.” “I trusted you too much,” he muttered bitterly. “That was the problem.” “I was twenty-one,” Luna added. “Alone. Broke. I didn’t even know where to go. So I left. I changed my name. I disappeared.”

"Breakfast is ready! The villagers are already calling. They need to eat before they start blaming me for keeping them hungry." Luna sat up slowly, the blanket falling away from her shoulders. For a few seconds, the name didn't fit. Then she remembered. Selena. That was who she was now. Luna had been left behind in the city, buried somewhere she couldn't reach. She looked around the small rooftop room. A narrow bed. A wooden table. An old wardrobe with her clothes folded inside. Her bag tucked beneath the bed. No photographs. No framed memories. No phone beside her pillow. The room belonged to no one before her, and she liked it that way.

Elara was Cassian's only Luna, and they had loved each other for ten years. But at this year's remembrance ceremony, Elara's name on the stone tablet suddenly split open. The Moon Goddess no longer blessed her, no longer claimed her. Another woman, Seraphina, was about to become the next Luna. And Elara had only five days left to live. What made it worse was that Cassian had known all along. Three years ago, he had led Elara up to the crown himself, and he had signed that contract himself. He knew perfectly well that being Luna had never been an honor, but an offering to the Moon Goddess. Yet Cassian kept it from her for three years. All he said was, "I want to save you." Only later did she

He looked confused. “That isn’t what I asked.” I frowned slightly. He considered my words. “I don’t know what she believes, Aria. I can only tell you what I have said and done.” I nodded slowly. At least he wasn’t pretending to know what was inside Selena’s mind. “Then you need to make one thing clear to her.” I straightened “That I am your Luna.” His expression hardened, not at me but at the suggestion that I might need to prove it.