Lost Lycan Luna Novels & Stories

They were right, no matter what happens, without any Lycan ability, Sophie stands a better chance of being Luna than me. Not willing to continue eavesdropping, I turned away from them and headed to my quarters instead.

If we ever wanted to find love, we’d have to find it with a human and never reveal what we were and where we came from, and we knew right now, there was no one here that was fated to each other, apart from the few couples we had. I had to act as Luna, although I felt far from deserving that title, in fact, it was never given to me, I’m technically only Luna if my father died along with my mother. My stomach would churn at that very thought, and I hoped with every ounce of my body that he was still alive! But without knowing for definite I had to try and establish some sort of rule here, some order if we were to stay, if we leave, then soon enough I would become nothing to them as we all lead

Before he kills all your members! Their Luna got up and shifted. She let out a howl, sending her members a message to retreat. The wolves followed along with my warriors. When the place was clear, I followed Lycus' scent. He wanted me. He wanted my blood. It was me, who he wanted from the start. That was the reason why Alectrona opened the lost pack. It was forgotten and buried in the memories of our forefathers. However, because of me, she dug up. Because she wanted Lycus to kill me. She wanted Lycus to drink my blood.

His lower half resembled that of a man, but it was bigger and more muscular than I had ever seen. I hesitated, my legs frozen in place. What was I supposed to do? How could I possibly help him? Anakin’s voice broke through my thoughts. "He’s angry. Something happened, and his lycan lost control. When Lycans lose control, it can be very disastrous, Luna. It results in multiple casualties, as the beast cannot differentiate friend from foe," he explained while I stared at a thrashing Xeros, pulling and pushing at his bonds. His face portrayed nothing but pure agony.

My fingers, though trembling, clutch the folds tightly. “I sure hope she doesn't die,” a maid whispers, the shuffling of blankets indicating she’s packing up the one used to cover me. “Well, I hope she does. Dolores is meant to be Luna—an actual Lycan, not a werewolf. We didn’t lose our brothers and fathers at war just to submit to those we’re supposed to subdue, Anna,” another voice scoffs with indifference. “Floria, I don’t think she wants to be Luna anyway. You saw the way she attacked the King. It’s almost like she didn’t sign up for this either,” Anna whispers, slipping a pair of socks onto my feet.

“The Shadow Forest doesn’t take the weak. But it gives the broken a choice. You can let it devour you—or you can let it make you into something else.” Something else. I thought of Damon’s cold eyes. His cruel voice. The gasps and laughter as I fled. The pain in Nyra’s chest as the bond frayed. “I don’t want to be a Luna anymore,” I said. He tilted his head again. “Then don’t be.” My heart thudded. “Be something else. Something stronger.” I blinked. “What would that even look like?” His expression turned almost reverent. “It looks like a she-wolf who doesn’t need a mate to be powerful. It looks like claws, and teeth, and the kind of fire that doesn’t burn out—it burns down.”

Above, the sky shimmered and rolled, spilling its ribbons of color over the world. "You're always caring for me," I hiccuped, the words catching like small birds in my throat. He gave that half-smile of his, the one that balanced mischief with devotion, the one that made me forget entire wars."Well, that's because you're the Lycan King's treasured Luna, silly. You deserve nothing less." A watery laugh tumbled out of me. I tilted my head against his shoulder, watching the green veil sweep back across the stars like silk drawn over glass. "Indeed," I whispered. "I am the Lycan King's treasured Luna. You've shown me that, time after time."

She walked up the steps of the dais and slid her arm through Lucas’s, then she leaned her head on his shoulder, smirking down at me. "Oh, Aria. Poor, naive, Aria. Don't be pathetic. Look at you." She gestured vaguely at my homemade dress, my scuffed shoes and my messy hair. "You’re eighteen today, and where is your wolf? You can’t shift. You can’t smell magic. You can’t even defend yourself. You aren't a Luna. You’re a defect." She then looked up at Lucas, batting her eyelashes. "A powerful Alpha like Lucas needs a real wolf to breed strong heirs. Not a charity case my father took in out of pity."

A name and the certainty of her hatred. "Tell me what you've found," I said, breaking the heavy silence. My voice sounded steadier than I felt. Dominic cleared his throat, his scarred fingers tracing the rim of his water glass. "Not as much as we'd hoped, My Queen. Our contacts in the northern territories confirm Lysander is likely the former Luna of the Crimson Pack." "Former Luna," I repeated, glancing at Lukas. "What happened?" Nico and Dominic exchanged a look loaded with meaning. "Her mate was executed," Nico said carefully. "Five years ago."

Alpha Swan nodded; Lucas's words weren't an exaggeration. The Lycans held and controlled power. The Quinns held influence; in fact, they were on the top of the werewolf packs' hierarchy. Separately, they were already dangerous. Together? They would be untouchable. Luna. Swan also nodded slowly. "Once that alliance stabilises, the balance we've been trying to maintain will shift. Anyone who isn't aligned with them will be forced into submission or wiped out." Silence followed her words. Everyone in the room understood the implications of her words.