Luna Nightmare Moon Novels & Stories

, he said and the crowd went solemn. "Let me formally introduce my mate and the new Luna of Crescent moon pack to everyone", he held out his hand to me and I took it before nervously walking forward. "Meet your new Luna, Lola Ashton, the daughter of the former Alpha of Moonlit pack", he said and everyone started clapping, some even hooted and whistled.

Seraphina gave her a warming smile and kept stroking her hair. Selene hesitated before speaking. “What if my fated mate isn't in this palace? Or what if I'm not attracted to any of the royal men?" Seraphina's hand stopped moving. "Don't say that again." Her voice was firm enough to make Selene lift her head. "You are the future Luna of this kingdom. You will marry someone worthy of your position, and he will be a member of a royal family.” Selene forced a smile. "I was only teasing you, Mum."

Kael whispered. Luna touched the drawing. A vision suddenly filled her mind. Her mother stood in the same chamber. She was holding two babies. Luna. Selene. Their father stood beside her. Her mother was crying. "I don't want them to grow up knowing what they are." Her father looked worried. "What happens when they find out?" "They will." "When?" "When the Blood Moon returns." The vision changed. Her mother placed her hand against Luna's forehead. Then Selene's. "Forgive me."

That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done. Twenty-seven wolves were killed In one ceremony all because one Blood Moon rose red and swollen over Blackwood territory. And Selene, nineteen years old and shaking, standing at the edge of it all with blood on her hands that she could not explain. She remembered the faces more than anything. The way they’d looked at her. These were people who had watched her grow up, who had called her by her name, who had sat at tables with her and laughed with her and told her she was going to be the finest Luna their generation had ever seen. They all looked at her like she was someth

My voice trembled. "There were nights I cried myself to sleep wondering what I had done to deserve being hated by the people who were supposed to love me most, I believed every cruel word, I really believed I was nothing." " I took a slow breath. "But you were wrong." I turned slightly, looking at Oliver before smiling through my tears. "The Moon Goddess had already written a different future for me." I looked back at them. "The same girl you called worthless is standing here today beside the kindest, most powerful Alpha this pack has ever known, as his Luna, I am no longer the worthless Lilith, I am Luna Lilith."

Their eyes dart away whenever it threatens to meet with the eyes of their neighbor, their attention focused on the entrance of the den instead and palpable fear festering beneath the surface. Every warrior, elder and even children not yet old enough to understand the happenings of the night are drawn to the den not from curiosity, but from the heaviness of the moon pressing against their ribs like a warning, making it almost impossible for them to breathe. “Something is wrong with the moon," one of the members mutters under their breath. One look at his silvery black robe and his long white hair indicates that he is a member of the Moon Council. “Is it the moon though?" one of his colleagues

"The Nightmare is still trying to return." Luna's eyes widened. "What?" "The Dark Ones were just a distraction," the Moon Goddess said. "The Nightmare is gathering its strength, and it will soon be able to break free from its prison." Luna woke up, her heart racing. She knew that the Moon Goddess was right—the Nightmare was still trying to return. The next day, Luna told her parents about her dream. "The Nightmare is still trying to return," she said. Elara and Damon's expressions grew serious.

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."

"But... she is a floor scrubber." "And she is a white Lycan," Silas countered, his voice cutting like a razor. "The Moon Goddess has seen fit to hand me a solution I did not know I needed. Assemble the Council. Tell them they are not meeting a refugee. They are meeting their new Luna." Luna. The title hit me with the force of a tidal wave. Luna of the Northern Shadows. The most powerful female rank on the continent. I looked down at my hands, matted with the dirt of the Rogue Woods and the luxury silk, trembling uncontrollably. This was impossible. This was a nightmare. This was a dream.

Kael replied. “Helpful explanation.” He gave her a small smile. “They tell the story of the Twenty Moons.” Luna ran her fingers across one of the glowing carvings. The moment she touched it, a powerful wave of energy rushed through her. Her vision exploded with light. Suddenly she wasn’t standing in the stone circle anymore. She was somewhere else. A massive sky stretched above her. Twenty enormous moons filled the darkness, glowing in different colors—silver, blue, violet, gold.