Luna Nightshade Novels & Stories

Documents that half of both packs wanted burned along with me. "They see me as a betrayal," I said quietly, wiping blood from my cheek. "Luna of Nightshade, sister to Silver Moon's Alpha. I'm either abandoning you or infiltrating them." "You're surviving," Leon corrected, but his eyes held the exhaustion we all felt. "Derek's messenger arrived an hour ago. Another attempt at Nightshade—Vera's people. He handled it."

Lars looked even more shocked. “Yes. Darin wanted her dead so he took the title. He wanted Kristen to mate with to make strong blooded daughters but since he is dead, Vin has focused on Penny. She is a true alpha. She currently holds the title of Alpha. However, she prefers to be known as her role as Luna here. I think she doesn’t want the ties to that pack. Her blood will make for the strongest potion and make all the human werewolves possible.” “I feel like I am missing something here. So far, you have done great at handling your business. Between the two of you, you have enough men and power on your side. Why do you need us?”

He said, his hand on my hair tightened even more, yanking my head back to whisper straight in my ears. "I'm going to tell you what your fate from now on will be, Listen carefully Rose, I don't know who you were or where you came from but! You are no longer a rogue or a no one, you are the Luna of the Red Moon pack, You will start learning what your duties will be and be a good Luna to everyone, to everyone we will be the Alpha and Luna, a happy couple but you will lose all your power and rights the minute we enter this room, to me, you will be nothing more than a slut, a whore that spreads her legs with no question, you have no right to say no or refuse, you will take my cock however I give

“When you are ready, I can take you to the hospital, and you can get started. I was there for a while and honestly don’t remember a female doctor. It would be nice to have one for situations… like these.” “Thank you, Luna.” She smiled at me, and I told her not to call me that. It wasn’t official or anything. “You're being here makes it official. Being a luna isn’t about being the alpha’s mate. Anyone can do that. It’s about who you are and how you take care of the pack.” From her statement, I thought I should start asking everyone what they thought a good luna was and do some research. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask your name.”

he spoke cryptically and raised his hands towards the heavens. Something gleamed in them, shining like a small diamond as he brought his hands down and extended them towards me. An almond-sized milky stone lay on his palms. I watched it in awe as it pulsated with energy, seeming alive. "This is the last of the moonstones but this one is special. That's why it's called a Luna stone. It's meant for a Queen who will rule alongside the King to safeguard all the werewolves. It's yours. Protect the werewolf kind with it," he spoke with kindness but authority.

SELENA The air smelt of wealth and power. I stood before the mirror, staring at my reflection. A purple flared gown was worn beautifully. The corset blared with shiny light. Radiating with light and power. My silver hair was wrapped in a golden crown, and on my chest were tiny tattoos. Looking closer, I realised it was a ceremonial mark for a claimed Luna... Luna? Crouching beside me was my majestic silver wolf. Bigger and stronger.

"And I'm done apologizing for it." "Damn right." Knox raises his coffee cup. "To our Luna. Walking back into hell with her head held high." "To Jolie." The others echo. We spend the next hour going over details. Cass shows us maps of the Nightshade Estate, pointing out entry and exit points. Luna reviews dossiers on expected guests—alphas from neighboring packs, Council liaisons, Whitmore family members. Phoenix confirms the blessed silver wedding bands will carry protective enchantments as well as symbolic weight.

The main room was packed with people, all facing the center where Marcus stood there. Her Marcus. Tall and handsome with his blonde hair that caught the light. His bright smile that used to make her heart skip. He wore formal clothes, the kind pack members wore for important occasions. For matings. For anniversaries. Next to him stood Isla. Lyra's best friend. The girl she'd grown up with. The one she'd told all her secrets to. The one she'd trusted with everything. Isla wore a beautiful dress, deep blue like the evening sky. And on her head sat a silver circlet, the mark of a Luna.

These challenges were proving to his pack that he was not fit to lead and did not have the pack's best interests at heart. This was no usual battle. We were yet to come face to face with our enemy. An honourable Alpha and pack, would have met our pack out in the open for a fair battle. These cowards were hiding behind their walls. Because of this we were forced to fight differently. To fight like humans. Our women and children were back at the camp making shield after shield. Black shields with our packs crest of a lion fighting a snake, etched onto the front. The black was homage to our Luna, I had assumed by her room that it was her favoured colour.

What a pity. When I was 18 years old, my first transfiguration was disturbed by the super moon, which was once in a century. I lost control of my werewolf lineage. After the painful transfiguration, I woke up and found that I had climbed up a snowy mountain unconsciously. I was strong and could move freely in the snow without freezing to death, but I forgot to protect my eyes. One day when I woke up, I found in panic that it was still dark all around. I didn't know that I was suffering from snow blindness until I met her later.