Loonatics Unleashed Tech Novels & Stories

I wonder if all rogues act like they're a little wrong in the head. Our attention snapped back on the front when someone harrumphed. Almost all the girls groaned, and almost all the boys lean in attention. "Greetings! I'm Felicia Filicitus Faulkner, I'm 14 years old, a beautiful gray wolf and I'm from the Southwoods!" She started tinkering with her long hair. "I'd love to be friends with all of you, you should feel honored, I mean this is an invitation from someone who is the strongest candidate to become Luna!"

I replied, looking at her sharply. She chuckled, "You're the one who dares to tell me like that? Where is my position?" she said sarcastically. "I am the Luna of this pack, so you must not say those words to me!" she yelled at me. I tilted myself and gave her a devil smile, "I know you know the truth, Luna Amanda. You are not the destined mate of Alpha Javier, and second, he just married you because the Bloodlust needs you, needs the support of your pack!"

"That man died the moment I realized what I had lost. I am here. I am yours." "Okay," I said, gesturing to the titanium crate. "Now, this is medically certified equipment. It uses neural-pulse stimulation to jumpstart the dormant sectors of the brain. It’s designed to stimulate Leo and Luna's brains enough to wake them up. It's a new technology in the market, not yet distributed. I had to pull every favor the 'Golden Pen' ever earned to get it." "Will it bring them back?" Yamelyan asked, his eyes shining with a desperate hope.

~Elena~ "Welcome, my future Luna." The words barely had time to settle before Crystal stiffened like she’d been struck. The air froze. Then— "Excuse me?" she snapped, voice like a blade, sharp and cold. Trevor turned, unreadable, but Crystal was already seething. "I am the future Luna," she spat, her fingers digging into Ryan’s arm like claws. "Not her." Her gaze burned into Trevor’s, daring him to challenge her. Daring him to argue.

The sound enchanted me as much as the little girl. "Leave it, we have a new motive to get what we want now." My uncle's voice rang out to me. Standing up, I ran, glancing back once as the baby girl crawled in the grass screaming. A small dabble of blood on her cheek. Looking forward, my uncles made a portal in the distance in the trees, and it was closing fast. Grinding my feet harder into the ground, I leap into it before it closes. Landing on the other side with my sadistic uncle and the baby boy, I look back at where we jumped through and think of that little girl. I'm going to find her again.. *end flashback*

Undelivered. It was as if I'd vanished off the face of the earth. He hurled his phone to the floor and dropped back against the couch, breathing hard. Then he called his Beta and told him to dig up every recent charge on my accounts. But the Beta brought him something far worse. "Alpha. The Luna's been removed from the pack. Her ties are severed." Damien shot to his feet. "What? Aurora's been removed from the pack? Who had the nerve to do that without my say?"

Using a decompiler as a teleporter, guided by the resonant frequency of stubborn love. "We’d have to overload the system," Lyra said, catching on. She pointed to her vat. "This isn't just purple goo. It’s concentrated 'Unsanctioned Emotion.' I’ve been brewing it for weeks. If we pour it into the primary intake…" "It’ll cause a catastrophic flavor-event," I finished. "A distraction big enough to cover our escape." We had a plan. A terrible, brilliant, potentially delicious plan. Lyra rallied her nervous kitchen staff—a handful of other "guests" who’d sought refuge in work. They began pouring vats of garishly colored, emotionally volatile concoctions into the main recycler intake. The machine

Alex cussed taking steps away from me but I grabbed his hands with the little sight if him that I could see. "Where do you think you're going to?" I asked, panic rising in my voice. "This is dark fog, the beast of the east is back. We are not safe, none of us is." Alex answered and i felt a cold chill run down my spine. I've heard a lot about the beast of the east and trust me, nothing said about him was good. Everything was evil. And... Damn! The late Alpha and Luna is yet to be buried. The beast of the east Is back.... How can they be buried with war ongoing?

I should tell him what he said to me in NYC. "Mate, remember when I had accused you of when we were at NYC?" "Yeah?" Maybe tomorrow is better to tell him. "N-nothing. " "You sure?" "Yeah. Good night." "Good night. I love you." "I love you too." And we both fell asleep on each other's arms. Tomorrow shall be the first day I'm Luna. . . . . . I fell on my back. "Well well well. Look who we have here. A runaway cat." I kept my eyes shut. Unwilling to see the horrible reality awaiting me when I open my eyes.

I wasn’t sure if Luna had informed him of the decision this late at night. Seeing my silence, Kelvin let out a low, mocking laugh, his gaze dripping with contempt. His wolf mirrored the same smugness, as though no one but him could ever be my mate. He turned to Amanda and said, with exaggerated sarcasm, “You’re mistaken, my Luna. There is one more option—a rogue wolf. You remember him, don’t you? The one exiled from our pack three years ago. Oh right... I nearly forgot I even had a younger brother.”