Luna Nightshade Novels & Stories

his voice was cold and austere, causing everyone in the room shut silent. This tone is not the usual kind they see from their Alpha. Even in battle or defeat in strategy, he is not this grimly alarming. But seems like it’s different when the focus was on a certain someone else. “The Shadowstone aims for her alpha position officially. She’s bound to the Council for her official title but due to a thorough investigation, the Panels found out she is Nightshade’s Luna.” Zaetron’s jaw clenched and his hands tensed into fists. “She aborted the child, Alpha—”

Lucifer bombarded him with questions his voice echoing against the room in fury. “With all due respect your highness, at that time, we only thought it was a normal phenomenon since you know how we, the Nightshade pack thrives in darkness. As it is our main source of power.” The beta of the nightshade pack Lewellyn Nevar, a charming yet muscular brunette woman, who just arrived since he was aiding the injured warriors at the Nightshade pack’s hospital who were with Cassius when the rogue attack happened. Cassius just arrived earlier, even though he was bleeding since he wants to inform Casa Del Fierro of what had happened.

"Destroy yourself or destroy everything you love. Those are your only options now." Lyra's hand reached toward the offered crown. Then stopped. "No," she said quietly. Everyone froze. "No?" Lord Caius asked. "You reject the Silver Crown?" "I reject all of this." Lyra's Crownfire blazed. "The crowns. The thrones. The prophecies. All of it." She looked at her mother. At Rowan. At the assembled court. "I am Lyra Nightshade. Daughter of Elena and Marcus. Heir to the Shadowlands throne." Her voice grew stronger. "I am also Lyra, Luna of the North. Mate to Rowan. Queen to my people there."

The runes on his metal limb turned a blinding, violent purple. "Kaelen, no!" Seraphina screamed, her heart stopping. "Watch, Seraphina!" Kaelen shrieked. "Watch the light go out!" He unleashed a beam of concentrated void energy, a spear of nothingness aimed directly at his own daughter. "Luna!" Leo cried out, sprinting toward his sister. But Luna didn't flinch. She stood her ground, her eyes turning a solid, glowing white. "The moon does not fear the night," she said, her voice echoing with a thousand ancestors.

The news was spreading like wildfire through the gathering - Aurora Nightshade, the rejected mate turned rogue, was a Luna Priestess. I didn't know what that meant for my future, but I knew one thing: nothing would ever be the same again.

"Let's be realistic, Azalea. You're just a university student, I'm a businessman. I have a house, while you're crashing at Jay's apartment. I have plenty of servants at my house, and you struggle even to take care of yourself. I'm more than capable of taking care of you and the child, Azalea. Imagine the child suffering because of your selfishness in refusing my generous offer. And by the way, you should stop drinking alcohol." I gritted my jaw, annoyed. I'd only had alcohol once, but he made me sound like an alcoholic. "That Luna of yours-" "I will make you my Luna," Ikaros said quickly. "-What does that mean? To be a Luna?" "It means you are the wife of an alpha," he said. "You will be req

I told him. “That right there is what makes you the Luna this pack needs. You are already looking out for the pack, and you did not even realize it. While you are right that some packs are still stuck in the past and are still purists, many have moved beyond that. I can tell you that all the packs that I know or that we are allied with no longer believe this. There might be individuals or families that still hold on to their purists' beliefs, but they are exceedingly rare. Our pack and our allies have many members that are not wolves. My nephew, Trent, who is the alpha of the pack that has most of the east coast of Canada, his Luna is a vampire princess from the kingdom we are in an alliance

It all felt like one big barbecue party, with part of it being the welcoming party becoming the member of the pack. When Helena and I joined the crowd, we were received so warmly. Helena was the pack’s Luna, since Jackson hadn’t yet found a new Luna. She had already told me that I was her Luna, but since I wasn’t ready for that yet, we hadn’t shared it with the pack—and fortunately, no one else was pressing me about it. A small, two-level stage had been set up on the lakeshore so that the moon shone beautifully on everyone on stage. Jackson and Dave were already waiting on stage, and Mateo was walking toward us.

Two maids entered with trays of oils, makeup, and shoes. “We’ll help you get ready, Luna.” “I didn’t even get to rest,” Lydia mumbled. The maids chuckled. “Alpha Knox is already downstairs.” She sighed again and let them work. When she finally stepped down the winding staircase into the hall, the ceremony was already underway. Eyes turned toward her. Murmurs followed her like shadows. But then—there he was. Knox. Waiting in front of the Lycan ceremonial basin. He reached for her hand. They stood together under the hanging moonflower vines as the officiator chanted ancient words. They each dropped a few drops of blood into the silver bowl of water, drank from it, and then sealed it with a kis

I explain. “I don’t like it. It’s dangerous for her if she is some wolf out of a legend. I don’t like her being our Luna, either, but it is safer than the thought of her being the Mythic wolf,” Noah grumbles, running his fingers through his already disheveled brunette locs.