Luna Nightshade Novels & Stories

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.

He must know with me back that we don’t need an alliance and I’m so angry at Willow for letting him get so involved with her. I felt guilty for injecting her with wolfsbane, but I had decided to carry it around just in case she needed to be contained. I love my sister and brother immensely and would stop at nothing to keep them, my Luna and my pack safe. “Alpha!” Leo reports to me through the mind link. “Alpha Robert, Luna Amelie and an Alicia are here.” Leo continues. Fuck…this isn’t going to go down well with Willow. “Leo, show them to the Alpha Mansion. I’ll be right there.”

“I came as a representative of the Accord Council. I brought warnings about growing instability across the Clanlands. If there was a reaction to the tea I offered, I regret it. But...” “Stop.” The word landed heavy. Luna authority cut through the room and through her speech. “You know what you gave me was not traditional tea,” I said. “It was a crafted poison. One designed to interfere with Lunaborn abilities.” “That is a serious claim,” she replied. “Where is your proof?” I gestured. Dr. Evelyn Hart stepped forward, holding a tablet. “We tested what remained in her system,” Dr. Hart said. “The mixture contained wolfsbane, nightshade, and a compound called Luna’s Bane. It is synthetic. It ta

She glanced at Maya and Kira, their wolves tense, confirming they felt it too—a slimy, smoky presence targeting only the women. “Lucas, more on Nightshade,” Aurora mindlinked, her voice steady despite the unease coiling in her chest. “Anything that explains this energy.” Lucas’s chestnut wolf surged to the center, his golden eyes sharp. “Nightshade rivals Silver Moon and Shadowfang in legacy,” he began, his voice clear through the link. “Centuries ago, twin alphas Fenrir and Faber Nightshade were born to lead Shadowfang. They fell for the same she-wolf, fated to Faber. Heartbroken, Fenrir founded Nightshade, carving a territory steeped in the land’s spirits. Their rituals, passed down throug

They declared in unison in the dark night as the new moon made my goosebumps rise. Their energy emitted a silvery light, although Harlow swore he couldn’t see it. That light flowed from them to me and Harlow, giving unexpected extra strength. Strange, but real. “It feels strange hearing my name as the Lycan King. Especially Alexa Dawson’s name as Luna,” Harlow’s voice boomed in response to them. “Because of that, I will hold a marking ceremony tomorrow morning.” I widened my eyes when I heard his words, once again beyond my prediction. My mouth gaped slightly as he grabbed my hand and kneeled before me. He pulled out a diamond ring and held it out to me in the air.

The kind of woman who'd been born to power and knew exactly how to wield it. "Impressive presentation," she said quietly. Her voice carried careful control. "Despite the circumstances." "Thank you." I studied her cautiously. "I don't believe we've been introduced." "Elsa Nightshade. Former Luna of the Northland Pack, before the Rogue King destroyed my territory." The name meant nothing to me, but something in her manner suggested crucial information. There was hardness around her eyes that spoke of terrible losses and carefully nursed grudges. The kind of expression that came from watching everything you loved burn.