Luna Halo Untouchable Novels & Stories

“That after helping them, they should never cross paths with the Lycan pack ever again. They should not try to form alliances with us.” “Alright my queen. After this that will be all. We'll just help them bounce back from the catastrophic events that have befallen them and after that we end ties.” “I know you are too nice a person to ignore people in dire need of help. This is why I love you and can't do without you. I love how we compliment each other. You will forever be my Luna queen Hireath” Malakai couldn't contain his joy as Hireath has finally given him her support to help Hector and the Halo clan.

“Well, don’t worry. The women will have tea in the parlor while you men do things our tiny brains can’t possibly comprehend.” “Ivy, come on.” He sighed. “That’s not what it is.” “No, I get it.” I pushed him away so I could take things out of the oven. “I wouldn’t want to get in the way.” “Meeting with Luna Lily is a big help. Being friends with her will build trust. Trust I don’t have right now. It is a crucial part of putting treaties together and of being a luna. “If you say so. Luna Lily is arranging things at her pack. Her mate apparently won’t let her leave. Which I know is part of being a luna as well.”

I'm smiling. Hector looked at me and waited for my name to be said. “ Hanalia Faye Beltran Evan's” is my second untouchable handcuff. FIN

I spy one through the doorway across the hall from the gym and bolt towards it, making it just in time as bile, water, and my plain oatmeal make their way back up my throat and into the bin. I sputter and spit, ridding the remnants of my morning sickness from my mouth, and someone hands a water bottle to me. I take it without question, twisting the cap and breaking the seal and chugging it down before I look at my savior. Luna Haven stands there, dressed in ballet attire, pointe shoes on her feet and her wild waves pulled back into two thick dutch braids trailing down her back. The long-sleeved purple leotard dips into a V in the front, showing off her elegant neck, her mating mark from Wesl

*Ellas POV cont.* “My name is Claire, the former Luna. You are in The SilverLake Pack. Your friends Ashley and Austin are here as well. They have been worried about you. You have been in a coma for 2 weeks. I let the doctor know you are awake. You are safe Ella. I hope you can make our pack your home.” Claire said almost pleading.

~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.

“If nothing happened, then why is my husband so indifferent to me now and no longer cares about me? It must be you! You did something to betray me! Tell me!” Luna’s imposing aura suddenly surged at the end of her sentence. Rumble— A powerful pressure descended instantly. In an instant, a strong wind rose and blew everything in the tent, making them roll on the ground. At that moment, Luna was like the reincarnation of a lamia, emitting a cold aura. “I said nothing happened, so nothing happened!” Halle confronted her, releasing her aura as well. Her fifth Divine Step power instantly clashed against Luna. Boom! The muffled sound of air exploding rang out.

It was a moment of pure magic, as her healing touch brought peace and relief to my tormented body. Luna is no longer a doormat; seeing me in pain and at the peak of dying, she unleashed her full potential, radiating a brilliant light that seemed to chase away all darkness and despair. A warm, comforting energy replaced the pain and completely enveloped me. Luna’s healing powers were truly a force to be reckoned with, a gift that brought hope and renewal to all who crossed her path.

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

A heartbeat that didn’t match hers. “I haven’t let the healers touch it,” Fox said grimly. “Per your command. But one tried to cleanse her aura magically… and collapsed. His nose bled for five minutes. He’s fine now, but… shaken.” I stepped closer to the glass. My magic rose up instantly, a whisper of wind and warning flickering across my skin. Lana’s aura wasn’t just tainted. It was tethered. “Someone—something—is inside her,” I murmured, heart sinking.