Luna Bat Book Novels & Stories

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Smith UPDATE: The Sequal has been signed!!! The name of the book is called Emerald Eyed Luna: Grant's Revenge. I just signed it and if it isn't posted right now, you should see it in the next day or so. I found it on my laptop but not my mobile device as of right now but it will be available ASAP! Thank you!

Luna TJ just stops and stares at me, horror written on her face. “You wanted to see it?” she speaks the words slowly, ready and waiting for my response. “Luna TJ, you have done a lot worse” She stares at me dumbfounded “You have killed many wolves, you are a savage wolf” “Is that why ‘we’ are destined to be together, because we are both cruel?” she bites that bottom lip again “I think the Moon Goddess made you that way for a reason!” Walking over to my bag on the crooked table, I pulled out a folded piece of paper, debating whether or not to give it to the Luna, she watched my every movement “What’s that?” she asks

Surprisingly, her blood showered on the army of black ants. "Luna! Are you okay?" Leena said worriedly and jumped down beside Luna. "I'm okay, Leena. It’s just a minor wound and not life-threatening. Let's get this over with and get the stone." Leena nodded and helped Luna to stand up. Her wounds quickly healed. Luckily, Luna can heal herself fast because of her white flames.

He shrugged it off but he would like to confirm it all the same. He found Luna in the library after he was done with work. “What are you reading?” He stared at the book cover before sitting next to her. She promptly closed it and showed it to him. It was titled Tales and Myths about the Moon Goddess. “You should know more than that book, right?” “Of course.” She smiled and caressed the book’s spine. It was an interesting read. “I remembered something you said. I thought you might have stated it incorrectly.” “Hmm? What is it?”

“Lia’s death wasn’t the work of my pack. In fact, the truth about her death lies much closer to home than you realize.” Caleb’s heart raced as he struggled to process Damien’s cryptic statement. His mind flashed back to the night Lia died, the betrayal, the anguish. Could it be true? Had he been wrong all along? As Caleb grappled with Damien’s revelation, another memory surfaced—Eliana. Her face, her voice, her presence that felt so hauntingly familiar. The oldest wolf’s words echoed in his mind: The Moon Goddess granted Luna to be reborn but with someone else's body.

She opened the book to a marked page, the ancient words written in a language few understood, but one she had painstakingly learned. A hush fell over the group as Lexa began to trace her fingers over the symbols, carefully studying each step of the incantation. She had spent time poring over this book, committing every detail to memory. Now, with the moon high above, it was time. “She’s going to make me the new Luna,” Lexa said, her voice low but laced with conviction. “Lily has no idea what’s coming.” Liam smiled approvingly. “Once you’re Luna, everything will change. The pack will be stronger with you leading beside us.”

They were all dressed in exquisite gowns with shy but hopeful smiles on their faces. "Father, what is this?" I walked forward, feeling uneasy. "The Nightblade pack needs a new Luna. She will be your mate and the future of our family and pack. Tonight’s banquet is for you to select a suitable one." I was stunned, and a wave of complex emotions surged within me. The girls' expectant gazes felt like needles in my back, and my father’s expectations left me with nowhere to hide. "Father, I already have my choice," I said coldly, my tone resolute. "I will accept no one but Freya."

while standing to take a view at the nursery again, staring at the empty cribs which Fabian had built for them himself, l felt his hands were better made for battle than wood. My eyes moved to the mural. Luna, the moon goddess, holding two children, one with silver eyes, the other red. I didn’t paint it. No one in this house did.

“How do you know that?” “I know many things,” he said enigmatically. He leaned down, his face inches from hers. The scent of cedar and rain, the scent she had smelled right before she blacked out, was overwhelming. It was intoxicating. For a moment, the pain in her chest vanished, replaced by a strange, humming warmth. “But mostly, I know that your heart is beating a rhythm that sounds like an end. Why is Luna of the South dying in a rogue bar?”