Luna Moth Shaking Novels & Stories

It is to scare away the sun that is covering the moon. People of the land. Make the darkness go. People of Bulan. Chase the evil with your blow. Give strength to the Goddess As she fights our enemies for us. Offer your loudest cries. Let your voice open the skies. Few hours have gone by since Luna started the prayer. She is starting to feel her knees ache. She is breaking in sweat and her arms are already in pain. She wants to drink some water. It suddenly got hot. Her eyes are still closed so she can't see what is happening around her, but the temperature definitely went up. Then the gong was struck. She was startled and her body shook.

"Please take it easy on yourself. You've had a pretty long day, and you must be exhausted." "No!" I shook my head sharply. "Don't do that. Don't treat me like I'm fragile. I saw it right there–" I reached for Luna's hand again, flipping it over and over. My fingers trembled. Nothing. Nothing but warm and perfect skin. Luna's confused stare only made my panic twist even tighter. "I don't know what you're talking about, Momma," she murmured, sinking backward against the couch cushion. Liam slowly stirred beside her, sitting up groggily. "Momma–"

She winked, earning a chuckle from her daughter. Alpha Damon growled and captured Luna's lips. “Oh God, you never cease to amaze me with your beauty.” The Luna returned the kiss, and for a moment, they were lost in each other's taste until Lydia chuckled. They broke apart, both smiling. The Alpha wore a broad smile like he had just won a trophy. “Sorry,” the Luna apologized, still smiling. “You’ll understand when it t—” the Alpha began to say, but the Luna dragged him out by his outfit, leaving Lydia alone.

“There is only one reason the Moonwell would spare a man who speaks such truths.” Before she could finish, the doors burst open. A young omega healer stumbled in, face pale, eyes wide with terror and wonder. She dropped to her knees the moment she saw me. “My Alpha,” she gasped, “it’s Reka. She’s shifting. Right now. In the omega quarters. It’s, it’s the Luna shift.” The world tilted. The Luna shift. I had seen it once, when my mother carried me. A ripple of pure silver light under the skin, bones singing, power flooding the air like moonlight made liquid. It only happened when a true Luna conceived. Never an omega. Never.

The moment of no return. "I do." The Elder placed the crown on my head—delicate silver that felt surprisingly heavy. Then she bound our wrists together with a ceremonial ribbon. "Then before all witnesses, I declare you Alpha and Luna of the Silvermoon Empire. May the Moon Goddess bless your union." The pack erupted in cheers and howls. Alexei smiled at me, squeezed my hand reassuringly, then turned to address the crowd. "My Luna and I thank you for your support—" A roar cut through his words. Not a human shout—an actual wolf's roar, so full of rage and pain that it shook the windows.

"You are about to start the change; I can smell your wolf. She is here. The pack is guarding the forest around us. They cannot see you. You need to strip your clothes off so you can start the change. I will be here by you the entire time. You will get really hot, and you will want to fight the shift. Don't fight it. Let go of the control and give it to your wolf. It will lessen the pain." I nod and start to take my clothes off. I unbutton my shirt and the cold air rushing my chest and sends chills up my arms, I unbutton my jeans and take them off tossing them to side, leaving me in my bra and panties. I look at the alpha and see the hunger burning his eyes, and my skin starts to feel heat as

"Disaster?" "Yes, Vione, a disaster. And it must be the punishment of The Moon Goddess because we doubted your loyalty as a Luna," the second shewolf said. She reached her hand through the iron bars, grabbed Vione's free hand and held it. "Forgive us, Vione. Forgive us." "Y-you—"

The sight made my heart constrict. "Luna." I whispered, fumbling for the right words with which to calm her down. She shook her head, her hands gripping my shirt, her eyes pleading with me for something. "It was under the night sky," she said, her voice trembling, as if she was having a nightmare once more. "The moon was full, and it shone upon you as if to keep watch on the events. And then." Her breath hitched as fresh tears welled up in her eyes. "And then it happened. You're not going anywhere at night from now on, Steven! I won't let you! You can't step out after dark ever again!" She clutched me tighter, as if she was scared I might just disappear before her eyes. I sighed, reaching up

she practically shrieks, her voice rising to a pitch that would probably make dogs howl if there were any nearby. Luna's reaction is equally intense but manifests differently. She makes a choking sound, as if she's trying to swallow her own tongue, and I watch in the mirror as her face cycles through approximately seventeen different expressions in the span of three seconds—shock, excitement, disbelief, and something that might be secondhand embarrassment. "Oh my Goddess," Luna breathes, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own rapid breathing. "Oh my actual Goddess. Serena, do you realize what this means?"

_*]:min-w-0"> Luna collapsed onto her bed. Every muscle ached. But it was good pain. Earned pain. _*]:min-w-0"> She closed her eyes. _*]:min-w-0"> Behind her eyelids, she saw flashes of the challenge. Running. Tracking. Shifting. _*]:min-w-0"> And something else. _*]:min-w-0"> A shadow. In the trees. Watching. _*]:min-w-0"> Luna's eyes snapped open. "Nova, do you have your phone?" _*]:min-w-0"> "Yeah, why?" _*]:min-w-0">