Luna Lovegood Books Novels & Stories

Luna Anita had always been like a mother to her, offering comfort and care whenever she needed it. This cake, with its rich chocolate layers and fresh berries, was more than just dessert. It was a simple, heartfelt reminder of Luna Anita’s love and constant support. “Thank you,” Amara muttered again. “You’re welcome, dear,” Luna Anita replied with her usual charming smile. “Now, don’t forget to make a wish before you blow out the candle. Birthday wishes, they say, always come true.” Amara nodded, her heart skipping a beat at Luna Anita’s words. After Luna Anita left, she walked back into her room and closed her eyes, ready to make a wish.

But this is no easy sleeper. “She loved long ago in a tall beautiful castle, made of ash. She was an only child to the Luna and Alpha, their prized possession.” My voice cracks with emotion as I continue my story, “it was the night of her eleventh birthday, the day filling with laughter and joy as the princess couldn’t be any happier. Luna and Alpha decorated the entire castle for her, with glitter and ribbons. Everything a little girl could dream of she had. A cake that was made to touch the sky, decorated beautifully with pink flowers and a princess that looked just like her sitting on top. Every little wish she had granted. But what no body could expect was a surprise visitor..” my voice

“Now, it is time for you to rot alone, Vanessa…” Vanessa pressed her palms to her ears and screamed until her throat tore. “SHUT UP! I’M THE LUNA! I WAS CHOSEN! HE LOVES ME! HE LOVES ME!” "I am the one and true Luna. You are simply a temporary replacement." " I am going to get my life back, and when I do, I will squeeze life out of you with my bare hands." " Edwin truly loves me. He loves me, and he always would."

'Sigh, the price of intelligence is the same, it doesn't matter the time. She smiles at the little girl, a first year probably, and thanks her. "Why, thank you! It's good to see someone so young that recognizes a magic circle for what it is. You have a nice necklace there, little one, what is your name?" Susan asks the little blonde, after complimenting on her apparently homemade necklace made of cork caps of some kind. "Thanks. My name is Luna Lovegood, and I made the necklace myself using butterbeer caps. They are a good help at repelling the Nargles."

Trying to find the scent of the black wolf, but it vanished and did not leave any trace. It is already dark, and I can’t find any scents of him. I went back to the mansion and saw the lights were all open. My eyes gleam—reminiscences of my beloved Luna. Lia is a modest wolf and loves the color of lights. It always reminded me that even though we are werewolves, I should hug the sunlight and enjoy it. Because in every darkness, there is always a light that gives hope and happiness. I shake my head, trying to forget the memories. “How can I enjoy the light without you?” I whispered as the wind blew. I leaped on the gate and ensured no noise could be heard until I went to my window. I had no pl

Are you in love with anyone, Luna? *

Please remember that the events and relationships in this book are entirely fictional and are written for storytelling purposes. Most importantly, this is Luna's story, a girl who has spent her entire life in a cage, searching for a life that truly belongs to her. I hope you'll laugh with her, cry with her, get frustrated with her, and fall in love with her journey. Happy reading! — C

He helps me up, adjusts the strap of my summer dress, fingers brushing my shoulder like a lover, then laces his fingers with mine. I want to scream. I want to dig my heels into the ground, claw at the walls, refuse to walk into hell again. But I don’t. I can’t. I am the Luna of the Moonlit Pack, and I have to welcome the Alpha’s fated mate. The girl who will ruin my life—again. My face tightens into a smile as I follow Damian out of the room, each step like walking toward my execution. The pack house is exactly as I remember—warm wooden floors, sunlit hall, laughter echoing against high ceilings. The same walls that witnessed my death minutes ago, the same halls that three years ago opened t