Luna Nightshade Novels & Stories

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.

“And then when he succeeds in opening the chest, you'll challenge him to a duel.” “But mom, you just said he's stronger than all our warriors combined, how do you expect me to single handedly fight him?” Damien asked. “You won't be fighting in your wolf's form, challenge him to a sword fight… I'ld deep your sword in Nightshade potion, you don't have to pierce him deep, just make sure your sword gets to cut him on any part of his body and the poison will immediately spread throughout his body, reaching his heart in no time. He wouldn't have the energy to fight back and eventually he'll die on the spot… everyone would forget about him in the blink of an eye.” I felt the pause in the room as Lu

Axel’s jaw tightened, his own wolf’s gold dancing in his eyes. “I get it. The bond’s a bitch, it’s got you twisted up worse than a rogue’s fever dream. But we hit him smart. I’ve got scouts on the borders already, tracing any Shadowfang scents. And that servant you grabbed earlier? She’s in the cells now, spilling her guts. Said she saw a shadow in the garden, smelled like nightshade and deceit. Killian’s mark.” Nightshade. The poison he favored, the one that lingered on Teja’s – Evelyn’s – body even then. My stomach twisted again, bile rising. My wolf steered, angry. Goddess… what fresh hell is the bastard planning for me now.

Laid her palm over the place where the Moonstone shard pulsed in her chest. “I am here,” she said quietly, to the ash, to the shimmer, to the Moon. “I am Luna of Moonshadow. Child of earth and sky. Bearer of your Stone. Holder of your old blood. If something would come through this place, it comes through *me.* Not around me. Not behind.” The shimmer in the center of the circle thickened, as if her words had given it shape. The ash-scent intensified. Smoke without flame curled up from the blackened ground, coiling inward, merging into a column of gray.

“If you’re going to start acting like a proper Luna, we should at least give you the information part.” The Nightshade library sat at the back of the pack house’s upper level — a long, low-ceilinged room with tall shelves running floor to ceiling and three wide windows that let in slanted afternoon light. It smelled of old paper and wood polish and something faintly herbal that I couldn’t identify. It was, unexpectedly, beautiful. Amira moved through it with the easy confidence of someone who had spent time here, pulling things from shelves and setting them on the central table with light commentary — pack records from the founding generation, maps of the territory through different periods,

The late London night pressed against the penthouse windows, a deep, inky silence that was somehow louder than the day’s chaos. In her private lab, a sanctum of cool steel and sterile blue light, Luna tried to focus. A strand of shifter DNA helices glowed on her screen, a puzzle she usually found consuming. Tonight, it was just static.

" She gestured to the courtyard where several horses waited—massive beasts bred to carry warriors. "Luna tradition. Those who cannot shift ride with the hunt, keeping pace from above while the pack runs below." She grinned. "Besides, you need to learn to ride eventually. Might as well start tonight." I looked at Draven, uncertain. He smiled—a genuine smile that reached his eyes and made my heart stutter. "She is right. You are Luna. You run with your pack, one way or another." He stood, offering his hand. "Come. Let me introduce you to Nightshade. She has been waiting for you." Nightshade was magnificent. Pure black with a coat that gleamed like oil in the moonlight.

"— very well, as expected from an Alpha who has a Luna without a wolf." "Watch your tongue, rogue..." Alexander butted in, his eyes flaring up in anger. "Don't you dare smear Dark Knight's Luna with that filthy mouth of yours!" "Then do your worse if you want my mouth shut." The rogue continued. "— that doesn't change the fact that your Luna is vulnerable even than an omega." "You asked for this, then so be it." Kenziel growled, tightening his grip around the rogue. The rogue let out a weak, ragged laugh, his body growing limp as Kenziel's grip began to suffocate him.