Luna Nightshade Novels & Stories

I was confused. "I don't know either." "I really can't see how this helps with my revenge." "According to him, with the two apart, the pack is weaker, and the Alpha cannot survive without his Luna. Take this." He passed me a vile; its content was a silver-blue powder, and it emitted a strange kind of glow. I had not seen this in years, but that didn't mean I had forgotten what it was. Lunaria's Kiss. It was a strange name for a poision; it sounded so soft yet so deadly. The poision was made from the combination of the very rare and deadly Nightshade plant, a vial of silver, wolf's bane, and lastly, the Lunaria flower.

“What kind of mother will you be to these pups, Ember? To Caelen, your own? To Rowan, Julian’s boy?” The question hits like a punch. I glance at the boys, my throat tight. “I’ll protect them. Keep them safe. What else is there?” She steps closer, voice low. “It’s more than that. You’re Luna now. These pups carry Nightshade and St. Clair blood—two lines that tore each other apart once. You know the Moon Origin?” I nod, jaw clenching. “Thane Nightshade and Lucas Darkfire. Brothers in arms, wolves who swore to protect humans together. Until Lucas turned, betrayed Thane, tried to wipe us out. It’s old history.”

I stepped closer still, until only feet separated us. “I am the Luna of Nightshade,” I said, voice steady, low, and unflinching. “Mate to the Alpha they fear most. The one they couldn’t leash. The one they tried to erase.” I let my gaze burn into his - unbroken, unwavering. “I am the fire they buried, the storm they denied, the truth they feared would rise.” My voice dropped to a whisper made of steel. “And I’m building something they can’t control. Something they can’t stop. Not with laws. Not with blades. Not even with blood.”

The cool air burned against my skin, but I kept going. I have to save Ronan. I owe him that much. --- The air grew thinner as I climbed the jagged slope, rocks biting into my palms. Somewhere at the peak, it was said a rare flower bloomed only under moonlight. Lunaris Noctis, the Moonshade Lotus. A flower born from sorrow, thriving only where the living dared not tread. It was the only thing powerful enough to anchor a soul between life and death. I reached the summit, chest burning, lungs aching. The hilltop shimmered under the light of the full moon and there it was.

A few days later the full moon came, and with it was Draco and Nyla's ascension as the Alpha and Luna of Nightshade. Draco now sat proudly and arrogantly on his throne, with Nyla beside him, her own throne slightly smaller, but no less royal. She looked beautiful and deadly, with her neck adorned with chains of gold that looked like trophies.

I asked unevenly. The woman released my wrist carefully. “Moonshade root.” Lucian’s entire expression darkened instantly, and even I recognized the name. Moonshade wasn’t ordinary poison. It was specifically created to weaken wolves over long periods of time. Rare. Expensive. Forbidden. Not strong enough to kill quickly, but strong enough to destroy slowly. My stomach turned. “No,” I whispered. But suddenly memories were rearranging themselves inside my head faster than I could stop them. The exhaustion that never fully disappeared. The weakness, and the instability.

that guarded the Shadow-Luna’s heart. "The Goddess was always the Distraction, Darlene. I am the Decision," the Shadow-Luna spoke, her voice sounding like the rhythmic clicking of ivory needles. She stood at the center of the silk plain, draped in a Shroud of White-Gold Bone, her skin the color of parched starlight, her face a terrifyingly perfect mirror of what Hope would look like in a thousand years. She didn't hold a scepter; she held a Loom-Spindle made of First Alpha’s Rib, its surface a glowing map of every mate-bond ever forced upon the North.

Saw the exact moment he looked at her differently. "Aria Nightshade," Elder Marius kept going. Louder now. Making sure everyone heard. "Daughter of the Nightshade Pack. Born under a blood moon. Marked with the Moonveil Curse." He pulled out a scroll. Ancient-looking. Official. "According to the texts, any pack whose Luna carries this curse will be destroyed. She's poison, Alpha. She'll rot your pack from the inside." Whispers started. Spreading like wildfire. Wolves backed away from her. Staring. Disgusted.

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

“And since I have chosen the Queen, the one chosen by the Goddess will still be respected as a noble in this kingdom,” “What does that mean? Was she, not a Lycan?” “What? A Luna chosen by the Goddess is not a Lycan?” “No! The king has yet to go into detail so let us not get ahead of ourselves,” “She’s a Lycan and the daughter of one of the most noblest blood of the Lycans though they had been swiped by the false accusation of our dear elders here,” Yulo furrowed his brows when he heard the one thing he mentioned to Adhler last night.