Luna Nightmare Moon Novels & Stories

"The old wolves call it the Sleeper. A thing that came into these Woods before there were packs, before there were Alphas, before the moon herself ever chose a wolf to bond with. It doesn't wake for just anything." "Then why is it waking now?" Kade stopped, and for one terrible moment Luna thought he wasn't going to answer her at all. Then his pale gold eyes found hers, grim and steady even through his exhaustion. "Because your blood woke up under a blood moon inside its territory," he said. "The Sleeper doesn't answer to packs or kingdoms, Luna. It answers to the moon itself, and the moon just marked you as something worth waking up for." The ground shuddered again, and this time a deep cra

"The prophecy speaks of the twin moons aligning. That means there is a specific night. Everything will come to a head then." Lyra opened her eyes and met her mother's gaze. "Elara said the same thing. Eleven months." Sena nodded. "Then we have eleven months to prepare, to train, and build alliances." She looked at Lyra with an intensity that made her daughter sit up straighter. "To become the woman the white wolf needs you to be."

It was the uniform of the lowest kitchen scrub. The laughter this time was open, ravenous. Luna’s fingers trembled as she took the rough fabric. The dread was a solid thing now, a stone in her throat. This was her eighteenth birthday. The day her mate bond was supposed to awaken, if the Moon Goddess was kind. The Goddess, it seemed, had a vicious sense of humor.

The curse doesn’t hurt you—it’s waking you. Outside, the forest trembled. The Moon hung too low. And miles away, deep in the Vale, an old woman’s laughter drifted through the trees. “Finally,” the witch purred, stroking a bowl of blood-bright water. “The Luna of MoonRiver has awakened. And she is mine to claim.”

she said, "I'm done running. And I'm done hiding. And I need him to see —" "See what?" Luna smiled. It wasn't a nice smile. "See what he threw away." --- Later that night, after the pups were asleep in their rented room above the pack house tavern, Luna sat alone by the window. The moon was full. The same moon that had watched her bleed in the forest. The same moon that had watched her give birth in a cave. The same moon that had watched her crawl, and struggle, and survive. Five years, she thought. Five years, and I'm back.

If White Moon or Blue Moon had Mystwolves, this pack might be the Darkness' next target. "I'm so sorry to hear that all those horrible things happened to you. Are you okay?" "Whether I am or not, I have to carry on for the sake of my baby." Luna Lucia wiped away her tears. "What I'm most grateful for is having the greatest mate by my side." I nodded. "You are very lucky." I pondered for a moment. "I know this has nothing to do with it, but I think a few days ago the Moon Goddess came into my dreams."

They were all bearing the mark of the Luna. Hyacinth Luminar, the young girl with a rare power that comes from the bloodline of the Luna Luminar, a legendary Luna from the eighteenth century. From the moment she was born, the Moon Goddess already bestows her the sun, and the moon collided, and with the two enemies align, the light came shining on the newborn pup. Well, at least that’s how I remembered about Hyacinth's popular story.

Four new Lunas had arrived since the day before, and Jeanette made sure I was introduced to them before getting everyone else settled in at the tables assembled in the greenhouse. “This is Luna Makayla Crestwood of the Red Oasis Pack, Luna Katherine O’Donnell of the Bloodmoon Pride, Luna Sarah Clark of the Silent Silver River Pack, and Luna Lisa Lawrence of the Raging Peaks Pack. Ladies, this is Alpha Selene D’Arcadia Volkov of the Opalescent Moon Pack.”

The moon light shone clearly forehead as I looked up to it. *Help me mother. Luna derascio jermana hetero jui.* My wolf said silently and my eyes widened at my glowing fur. Blue fire blazed through it making all the wolves to stare at me in awe. Even I was surprised. The pendant on my neck shone and connected to the moon. I stared surprised and tried to convince myself that this was all from me. * I am Luna. The first warrior to the moon goddess. We, Adriana are the Liberation. We are The Light and we are headed to clear the darkness from the supernatural world that the moon goddess watches over.*

Old wolves whispered of the Ash Mother sleeping below. “She wakes for blood.” Elder Talek warned. I smiled. “Then we’ll give her Islaith’s.” A blood moon rose. The cursed pups howled first. Then others followed. Not from pain, from hunger. The curse was spreading. And still…they bowed to me. “Luna,” they whispered. But I was no Luna now. I was the Flame Between Moons. The earth beneath Hollowhold moaned. I pressed my palm to the stone. A voice answered. It wasn’t Islaith. It was older.