Luna Gibson Novel Novels & Stories

Elena pushed the door open. Liora sat on the edge of her bed, still in the light armor she had worn in the arena. Her nose was swollen, crusted with dried blood, one eye already purpling. She looked up as Elena entered, expression hollow. “Close the door,” Elena said. Liora obeyed without speaking. Elena crossed the room and sat beside her on the bed. For a moment neither woman spoke. “They’re calling her the Luna of Ashes,” Liora said at last, voice flat. “They’re saying she’s… something ancient. Something we can’t fight.”

"It's a good day for Liana, we shouldn't ruin it for her. Can't you see how happy she's whenever she's with Kenziel?" "But Klaus is more stronger than Kenziel and he's already an alpha while Kenziel is yet to be one..." The second Lady rambled on. "—if I were in her shoes, I would have chosen Klaus a million times, yeah!" "To Liana, the soon-to-be Luna of Alpha Kenziel, and Dark Knight pack." Afraid that those words might hurt Liana, the blonde one toasts, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Cheers to your new happiness, Liana!"

“We have to introduce our new luna to the pack.” “We aren’t mated, it’s called guest.” Piercy’s hand wrapped around my arm so hard before my back slammed against the wall, knocking the wind out of me. Even the picture shook above me, threatening to fall. “Piercy!” Gavin put his hand on Piercy’s arm. I knew I was going to have fingerprint bruises. “Stop. With. The. Fucking. Attitude.” Piercy growled so low that I wondered if anyone else heard him. “You will be known as Luna, and you will do it with a fucking smile.”

“No. You weren’t a vessel. You’re the Luna who changed the story.” “But maybe not enough.” “Then we keep writing.” ⸻ The next morning, a raven landed on my windowsill. Its eyes were all black. No whites. No irises. It opened its beak— —and spoke. “Elara of the Flameblood Moon… the Black Luna invites you to the Reckoning.” Then it burst into ash. And in the ash, a name etched itself into the glass: Liam.

“Have you finally lost it? As far as I know, and the rest of the werewolf community knows, your Luna died twenty years ago. Reportedly by your own hand.” He growls at that before he gets himself under control and puts a weird smile on his face. “Not my former Luna, Travis” he corrects, his voice laced with condescension. “My new Luna.” My brows furrow. “I don’t know what game you are playing, Gaines, but I don’t have your Luna.” “Oh, I think you do,” he says, taking a step closer making his warriors tense, and mine mirror the movement. The air is electric with tension, one wrong move away from chaos.

Actually," Alicia continued. They spoke and talked and talked. After rolling my eyes, I tried to grin. I also started bragging about the stuff I purchased and how Alexander treated me well. As a thank you for being the greatest Luna ever, my husband had to purchase me the newest Lexus. I am ecstatic that it came yesterday," Allison bragged."I am really happy to be a Luna," I said, grinning. "Having everything you want, including servants at your beck and call."Alicia pushed her lips forward and cleared her throat. "You're not meant to be Luna," she unwillingly said to start. "This was only made possible by Lyra's disfigurement and death.

She has been searching for anyone connected to the Silver Luna prophecy. "Luna Silver?" I scowled. Like a dream echo, the words seemed familiar. After hesitating, Kane nodded. One of the wolves' legends. A Luna who will rise during the darkest hours, bring the broken packs together, and vanquish the greatest danger. Raven was afraid of what your parents were aware of and guarded. She killed them for that reason. I felt cold when he said it. Suddenly, the fragments of my shattered past felt sharper and heavier. With a faltering voice, I confessed, "I don't understand." What am I supposed to do with any of this? I'm not unique. In exile, I was unable to defend myself at all.

Only the first page held any writing at all, a single line, the ink faded to rust but still legible, still deliberate. When the Substitute Luna awakens, the first lie will always return before the truth. I read it twice. Then a third time, my grip closing around the cover until the old leather creaked in my hand, the words settling into me with a weight I didn’t yet have a name for only the certainty, cold and absolute, that whatever this meant, Jenna’s homecoming was only the first lie of many.

“She is not Lynn, man. Don’t blame Sabrina for Lynn’s choices. Sabrina was broken. You didn’t see her the night we pulled her from the house. She was covered in bruises, her lip split. Jorge and I were careful not to touch her. Crystal too. Crystal even kept her distance. She repaired herself, or better, Sophie repaired her. The Luna I see is nothing like the girl I pulled from that house.” Suddenly, I feel my head split open. “Fuck,” I grab the side of my head and look. No blood. That wasn't my pain. “Sabrina.” Bill and I move together. I see Donavan and Lucus heading out back with brownies. “Where is the Luna?” Bill asks her guards. “In the greenhouse, with Stacey and Evelyn,” Lucas answer

he says, nodding his head. “Please call me Kate,” I say, taking a sip of the orange juice. He says nothing, just walks away. I look to Troy and Jake as they glance at each other before turning to me. “What?” I ask. "The only person who will call you Kate is Troy. To the rest of the pack, you are Luna. It is seen as disrespectful to call the Luna by her name.” Jake explains. “But I am not a Luna, not yet anyway,” I say. Troy stops messing with the pile of papers and looks at me.