Luna Lovegood Fanart Novels & Stories

I said, turning my head slightly, “let’s go to the dining hall. I don’t have time for… whatever this is.” But as I turned to leave, Selene’s hand shot out, grabbing my arm roughly. She jerked me back, her nails digging into my skin. “Don’t you walk away from me,” she hissed, her voice low and menacing. “I’m not just the Beta’s daughter anymore. I am now also your Luna. You will give me respect.” I felt my muscles tense as she moved her hand to my chin, trying to force my face up to meet her gaze. It was instinct, pure and raw, that took over then.

A light brown, almost golden hue with a sparkle that shone even through his tiredness. Alpha Darren sulked over to an armoire in the corner and began pulling things out at random. He barely managed to find a shirt when the door burst open and Luna Fallon strode in. A tall, slim figure, Luna Fallon was the opposite of her mate. Her green eyes almost shone against her pale skin and strawberry blonde hair which today was braided into a tight bun and held fast atop her head. Aside from the stern look on her face, she had a clipboard. It was going to be a rough morning if she already had a clipboard.

I had rolled in the mud several times with it before I broke its neck. I delivered the carcass of the wild boar to Lucian's feet, and he seemed impressed. "She can hunt! Do you accept her your Luna," Lucian roared? "Yes, we do," the pack roared back. "I Lucian Blake take you, Alice Anderson, as my mate and my Luna," he declared and bent his head to kiss me. As the kiss deepened, I felt electricity jolts through my head as several minds connected to mine and opened themselves to me. I was the Luna of Crimson Shadow pack now.

One luna came towards me, and I nodded with a smile. “Hi, Lyra Vexen from the Frost Fang Pack.” She extended her hand, and I accepted it with a smile. She was about 5’4 with a petite figure, pale white complexion, and deep blue eyes. She was really beautiful, and in her pale blue gown, she looked like a doll.

Luna's face transformed with such pure joy that my heart ached. "She made a noise. Did you hear? She's so perfect." Luna looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. "Mama, she's so perfect and tiny, and I love her already." I took a picture with my phone, capturing Luna holding newborn Alice, both their faces showing the vulnerability of new life and fierce love. A moment of pure hope in the middle of preparing for war. That night, Luna finished the blanket. She worked until dawn, stitching protection wards with shaking fingers, whispering prayers to the Moon Goddess over each symbol. When she finally collapsed from exhaustion, the blanket glowed faintly with magic.

“I just thought, since I couldn’t come myself, they could pass the message. I’ll be in touch soon.” “Good! Don’t forget to explore while you’re back — maybe you’ll get the inspiration you’ve been needing!” “I will. Thank you. Goodbye.” The second the call ended, she turned to me. “Damon. What. Do. You. Want?” I stared down at her. “I told you already, Lyra.” I leaned in, voice smooth. “Stay here. Be my Luna.”

she muttered, turning the painting for me to see. I couldn't believe what I saw. A life painting–more like a direct picture of Damon holding hands with a young girl. "How can this be?" I said in a whisper, my eyes not even blinking. "They were in my head," Luna said. "I saw it clearly." I nodded slowly, my eyes drifting back to the painting. "Yes I know. You're really good, Luna. But the painting...how did you get the pencils to draw this?" Just then, Damon cleared his throat. "Why don't we talk about something else, aye?"

~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.

A shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips, creating an endearing and slightly uneasy expression. I know this isn’t how that fiery Fatima behaves. “Relax,” he assured me, leading me through the grand entrance into the heart of the bustling gathering hall. “Today, a momentous day unfolds as Fatima Holmes, the embodiment of my deepest affections, ascends to the esteemed position of Luna within our pack . . .” “Her presence commands reverence from every member, and any audacious soul who dares to defy her will face the dire consequence of banishment.” Lucas’ voice boomed through the room, commanding the attention of everyone present.

Of course, it was too late and I couldn't step out of the friendship. Back to the present time. I was heading down to find Kenny when I saw a familiar figure. The figure was one which I could never forget in my life. I tried to catch the remembrance and I eventually did. The figure resembled every bit of Amy, my past lover who had died. I stared at the girl who resembled her so much and struggled to see the girl's face. My heart was beating hard and harder every second. Slowly, I watched the girl stand upright and turned to face my direction. I watched her face my direction fully and I gasped as I caught her in my sight.