Luna May Anderson Novels & Stories

Luna Estrada, also known by her stage name Luna, is a renowned model and has been the highest-paid model for two consecutive years. She possesses a tall stature and a remarkably beautiful face. Her modeling talent was evident from the age of 3 when she became a brand ambassador for Kidsstyle, one of the most famous children's fashion brands at the time. Her modeling career has continued to flourish, even at the age of twenty-three, making her a top model. She has become the most influential model in the fashion world this year.

Luna saw Andy was silent and thinking about something, she quickly spoke up to comfort Andy, she said. "Andy! Don't worry, you did a great job, our plan is going according to its original trajectory, we need to prepare a grand funeral for Mia to continue to create a good reputation on social media. Besides, this will also make that woman happy, right?" Luna's reminder was like a wake-up call that brought Andy back to reality, he suddenly sobered up in just a few seconds, because Luna's words mentioned the appearance of a woman, she was the catalyst that created such a cruel and vicious Andy.

Snowflakes swirl around hear creating a long dress made out of icicles and an Ice staff. -"Impossible, I killed you with hellfire." Daniel's dumbfound expression is priceless. But he has a point, I too, for a moment, though she was dead. -"I am Moon Goddess' Champion of Hope, Protector of Werewolves, Queen Luna Naomi. A mere pawn like yourself can't kill me, Daniel. Only a god can kill a god and you..." she kneels next to him, "...you are far from being one." I'm shocked she just called herself a Goddess.

“Diana Anderson. Do you remember me? We met before for the Anderson’s pharmacy shoot.” Recalling what had happened, the assistant uttered with contempt, “I remember you. What do you want?” “Well, I was hoping to make an appointment with Luna. I want to talk to her face to face.” The assistant answered impatiently, “I will ask her if she’d like to see you.” Then she ended the call. Listening vaguely to the conversation, Luna looked approvingly at her newly painted fingernails. “Who was that?” “Diana Anderson. She said she wants to see you.”

"My father told me when I was a child that a true luna can come from anywhere, no matter their past or the pain they carry. He said that a true luna is someone who is both strong and weak. Strong because they live not for themselves but for the pack, and weak because her heart belongs to her people. I grew up wondering if I could become a person like that. And now, I'm here because I believed him, and I believed myself. I want to be strong for the people I love, and weak so I could sympathize with people who go through immense pain, all by themselves. I want to be that luna, a luna who live to serve and protect the people I love most." I took my gaze off of the camera to look at the woman. H

And when that truth came to light, maybe—just maybe—this bitter divide could finally begin to heal. But we weren’t there yet. Until then, I had to hold the line. Protect her. Shield her from what was coming. There was still fallout to face—and I’d face it head-on. For her. After the broadcast, I called May. Adasha would need help stepping into her new role, and I knew the weeks ahead would be a whirlwind. As Luna, she’d be expected to visit every corner of both the North and the South—schools, hospitals, shelters, community groups.

Becoming Luna has been her wish, and she has gone through great measures to make it come true her mind drifted off to Maya and her smile faltered, but she quickly regained her composure, her eyes glinting with a mix of triumph and disdain. She would be in great pain after being rejected by her mate, but she doesn't care. "Maya is a loser after all," she chuckled. She was still grinning when her mother walked up to her. “Zara, have you seen Maya?” Mrs Rhea asked worry etched on her face. “No mum, she might have gone into hiding unable to bear the shame of public humiliation,” Zara replied her mind elsewhere. “Ohh poor Maya,” her mother sighed walking off.

I said, and I kept a close eye on his face. Byron definitely seemed to get instantly uncomfortable and began to fidget slightly, which gave me a pit in my stomach. Maybe they were hiding something from me. "Oh, yes, Luna," he paused for the first time, as if trying to decide how much, or what, he should say. "Luna is definitely a powerful position, but it doesn't necessarily mean they have a powerful wolf. Luna is the female head of the pack. She is the most respected female by everyone." "How can you have an Alpha and a Luna though? Don't they fight then? And how does the Luna get her title? By birth, like the Alpha?"

I could never compare to her beauty. She called me "Luna" as she smiled at me, her teeth shining flawlessly. "My parents were so proud that you chose me, and I am honestly so honored." I grinned, "You can call me May." I was surprised by how kind she seemed since I thought that if I had such flawless skin, I would surely be an even bigger bitch than I already was. Even more beaming, Shawna said, "May. Sure, I'll comply." Javier said, his strong Mexican accent saying, "Luna, I hope you feel safe with us." Javier was a tall man with broad shoulders, and the back of his head was covered in a tiny ponytail with his dark hair.

No sign of her. I am Rachel Thornhill, daughter of Thomas Thornhill, who is the beta of the Winter Moon pack. I have long chestnut brown hair, almost to my waist. My eyes are a forest green and if you look closely you can see gold speckles in them. My skin is an olive tone, and I have about a dozen light freckles sprinkled over my face. My lips are full and a dull shade of pink. I am one of the shorter girls of my pack, measuring a whopping 5'3" and weighing 125 lbs. "She should have parished with the bitch that manipulated you! She is the byproduct of having a child with someone who is not your mate!" sneered my stepmother.