Luna Lola-the Moon Wolf Novels & Stories

“I know.” Everyone looked toward him. The little boy smiled proudly. “They call her the Wolfless Luna” because she showed everyone that strength doesn’t come from having the strongest wolf.” He looked at Aria with admiration. “It comes from never giving up.” Silence settled over the gathering. Aria smiled warmly. “That’s exactly right.” She looked up at the Blood Moon shining peacefully above them. Once, that same moon had watched a frightened, wolfless girl walk alone into exile. It had witnessed her tears. Her loneliness. Her despair. Tonight, that same moon watched a woman surrounded by her family, her friends, and a united world.

"Lola, you're a part of something old. You have a link to them, to the pack, from birth. My thoughts were racing as I stood there. "Pack? Are you referring to wolves? I chuckled once more, but it was a tentative and feeble sound. Kira, however, wasn't giggling. She stepped closer, her lips quivering, her face pallid. My chest tightened in alarm as I noticed that she was trembling now as well. "No, Lola. Not only wolves. Werewolves. You are their destined partner, their Luna. They have been waiting for someone like you.

For the first time, his lips curved in something almost like respect. Raven pushed herself to her feet, her chest still heaving, but her voice steady. “I am Raven Blackthorne. I am the Luna of the Moon Riders. And no one, no wolf, rogue, hunter, or god will take that from me.” The circle erupted into howls, a sound of both fear and awe. But as the echoes rolled through the night, the full moon pulsed brighter than ever. Zari, Raven’s wolf now truly hers whispered a final warning inside her mind:

How could such a selfless wolf be tied to such a selfish man? “I,” she began with a heavy heart, “Cortina, wolf and counterpart to Chloe Mills, the fated Luna of the Fire Moon Pack, hereby reject you,” she gasped, breathing nervously, sadness bubbling into tears in her eyes, “Rome, wolf and counterpart to Cameron Haine, future Alpha of the Fire Moon Pack.”

Lola’s pov, It was the day of the moon festival a couple of weeks later. The normally quiet village was buzzing with sounds. Lola walked through the fields that were filled with little stalls where people could sell things. Every stall sold something different from hand-made clothes to carved wood, to home-cooked meals. Besides the stalls, there were different areas where you could play all sorts of games. Lola saw a couple of wolves doing a strength battle with a big rope between their teeth. She rolled her eyes at the excessive display of growls and grunts and walked to the big dancefloor in the middle. There was a band playing and around the wooden dancefloor, there were lanterns in the s

You are more use to Me this way, you know. Luna smiled. “To *You,* or to them?” she asked. *To yourself,* the Moon replied. *The rest is ripple.* Below, in dens and burrows and scattered camps, wolves dreamed. Some of storms. Some of peace. All of a silver-marked Luna standing under the Moon, unbowed, unbound, hair wild in the wind, eyes clear. Not a goddess to worship. A leader to walk beside. A Luna without chains.

Leo was grinning, batting at a stray droplet of water that had escaped a canteen, watching it wobble like a translucent jellyfish. But it was Luna who caught my breath. Her hair, as white as mine, fanned out around her head like a halo of silk. Her eyes weren't on the Earth, and they weren't on the cabin. She was staring fixedly at the Moon—the glowing, jagged crescent that loomed ahead of us like a curved ivory blade. "It’s calling," Luna whispered. Her voice had that hollow, rhythmic quality that usually preceded one of her prophecies. "The Great White Wolf isn't on the Moon, Mama. She is the Moon. And she’s angry that the metal-men are crawling on her skin."

My wolf lifts up her snout, elongating her spine as she howls up to the moon. I was no longer just a human, I was now a werewolf too. I was a Luna. THE END

Jackson mind-linked to me. “I love you too,” I replied, wiping away my tears. We were ready for the second part of the ceremony. Elder Johanna was leading the ritual. She approached us, placed her hand over our joined hands, prayed to Selene, and nodded to Jackson. “I, Jackson, Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, declare you, my mate Loreen Liira of the Silver Moon pack, our Luna—the Luna who will stand beside me to lead and protect our pack,” Jackson proclaimed. “I, Loreen Liira, born of the Lunar Eclipse pack and now a member of the Silver Moon pack, accept the title of Luna to Alpha Jackson and to our Silver Moon pack,” I said, locking eyes with him.

Someone asked from the crowd. "Your Highness!" Someone called out with respect. Everyone immediately went through with this. "Your Highness!" They all called out at the same time. There was a legend about the moon goddess, and that was she was going to get reincarnated as a warewolf again. No one knew the time she would be reincarnated, but it was well-known that it her wolf would be the way to identify her, because she would have the crown of the moon goddess I looked at Axl's wolf, the crown was glistening on her head.