Loud House Luna Novels & Stories

"After your dad died. My Father became the alpha of this pack and changes its name to Silver moon pack. Before he died I promised him I will find you and will bring you back to where you belong. I have looked for you my whole life Alice." "What makes you so sure that it was me?" she asked confused and was trying to make sure that he didn't mistake her for someone else. "We are fated for each other. You are my mate, my Luna. I have your scent and I am more than sure that you are the real Aquila!" "Aquila? But I am no wolf, I am a human Ralph!" He smiled when he heard her utter his name the first time. "You have a wolf. Maybe your adoptive parents did something to your body so that your wolf w

Luna immediately walked towards the sink to fetch a pitcher of water and two glasses from the dish cabinet. "Let's watch the news, Severo. I bet there's a typhoon." She heard her mother talking to her father as she sat down. Luna placed the pitcher on the table and settled in. Severo opened the TV and switched the channel to the afternoon news. "How's school so far, Luna dear?" Flora asked after a few minutes. "Nothing interesting lately, mama." Luna replied. "I heard that they're planning to rebuild the old cafeteria into a functional student lounge?" Severo asked.

Because I was puzzled to think of an excuse for him, that's what I said. I already know that, before I came here, I already searched on the internet about them. And I read that Alpha, especially the leader, needed to have Luna who is compatible with them. Gosh! He was a bit surprised by my question, but he just smiled and looked up at the sky. "I still don't. I don't look for her. I'm just letting fate cross our paths together. Because that's how we should meet our perfect mate." Based on what I've read on the internet, Luna is like a living queen too. Just offer the rest of your lifetime to your alpha, then you will have power too like them.

Part of me wants to believe I am staying for them. But another part whispers a dangerous truth, If I stay too long in that house… in that role… shrinking myself to survive it…By the time the real Luna returns—I may no longer recognize the woman I used to be. And that frightens me more than loneliness ever could. The kindergarten was loud… the children were so much and playful…Tiny feet ran across the yard, laughter spilling into the open air like music. The moment the children saw me, they rushed forward without hesitation.

Inside, the room was a blinding white. Luna was suspended in a glass tube, her body crisscrossed with glowing fiber-optic cables. Her eyes were open, but they were solid silver, streaming tears of pure light. The machines around her were smoking, their circuits melted by the sheer volume of power she had channeled. "My baby..." I whispered, rushing to the tube. I tore the cables out with my bare hands, ignoring the electrical shocks that charred my palms. I shattered the glass, catching her small, limp body before she could hit the floor.

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.

I answered, detecting Lane's hesitations in her petite eyes. "Come on, Lane. It's okay. I got you here, so there's nothing to worry about," I reassured her. Realizing that my decision was final, Lane flew towards the door, allowing Luna and her guardian entry. Luna's face lit up with a lively smile upon seeing me. In response, I offered a subtle smile, ensuring she wouldn't feel uncomfortable in my presence. "Hi Nowo! It's too late for this, but it's nice to see you safely back in our base," Luna greeted me with a friendly tone, surprising me with her seemingly genuine approach.

I do not return to the same den I slept in last night. Instead, I follow Impala to his den. My new home. With my new mate. It is a mess inside. "Impala," I say. "You're untidy." He chuckles. "That is why I need a mate." "If you think I am tidying up after you, you are sorely mistaken. Lunas do not tidy." "You're not a luna anymore," he reminds me.

She recognized who it might be; she was almost certain it was Hanna. So anxious and desperate, Luna tried to reverse with her chair without looking at the path, trying to call for help. But her voice wouldn’t come out. In her distraction, she veered off the driveway, falling into the garden area. She hit her head hard, losing consciousness. Her arm barely managed to support her own body, weakened by the illness that drained her more and more each day.

Luna’s tone was soft and innocent. She held a stack of printed papers and flipped through them one by one in front of the camera. She approached the camera, occasionally bending down, allowing the camera to infinitely magnify her beauty and pride. The male fans in the live broadcast room were instantly excited, and they could not focus on what she held in her hand at all. Luna sniffled and used her soft and cute voice to continue speaking, “My television shows, movies, and some business collaborations are all handled by my team. I'm currently recording 'Debut 303' on Lonasp Island, so I really don't know anything…”