Luna Rising Novels & Stories

Annoyed, Luna Viviana slammed the door on the guards' face and went back to bed. Grrrr! She needs to leave the mansion and find her husband's mistress and kill her! She wouldn't accept a divorce from her husband! Never! Now that she is pregnant with the heir of the Savage Howl Pack, she will fight for her throne. She is the only Luna in their pack, and it will remain that way until she dies.

They run around for half an hour before Luna talks again. 'Let me take control Tessa, I need to get out to an opening.' Luna pushes forward and runs to the clearing near the lake with Jarek and Landon following closely. Once in the opening Luna rises her head to the full moon. She breaths heavily and a golden light starts to form around her. Flowing around and finding its way to Landon swirling around him and suddenly flows into him. Luna lets out a deafening roar and the light evaporates and everything turns silent.

Steady. Rising and falling with the practiced precision of a commander born to lead armies. Not soft Orion. Not the Orion who brushed hair from my face. Not the Orion who whispered reassurances at dawn. This was the Luna. The one the pack looked to when the world shook. Her voice swelled-briefly-into a sharper tone, one I recognized even through the haze. A vow. A promise. A command. My breath hitched. Even from this distance, even through a window, even muffled by the courtyard’s size-

Chapter Ninety Nine: The Alpha Celebration — A Luna Presented Ronan’s POV The dawn broke quietly over the pack grounds, but inside me, a storm raged like thunder. Today was the day. The day of the Alpha celebration. The day I was supposed to stand before my pack and claim not just the title, but my place beside my Luna — Selene. But she was nowhere to be found. ⸻ The grand hall was already alive with noise when I entered. The air buzzed with chatter and laughter, the scent of incense and roasted meat thick and heavy.

My gown burnt and my crown glowed red-hot. “You stole everything.” She screamed like an angry ghost and raised her hand. I stood there charred and frightened as I watched greenwood burn behind her. It was like the day we lit the stake. it was so real like it was happening again—but this time, worse. The pack house collapsed in flames. Wolves ran, screamed, but thaila just stood there, on the ashes of my kingdom like it was her birthright. “I am the true Luna,” she said, her voice low and final. “You would never be.”

Jackson mind-linked to me. “I love you too,” I replied, wiping away my tears. We were ready for the second part of the ceremony. Elder Johanna was leading the ritual. She approached us, placed her hand over our joined hands, prayed to Selene, and nodded to Jackson. “I, Jackson, Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, declare you, my mate Loreen Liira of the Silver Moon pack, our Luna—the Luna who will stand beside me to lead and protect our pack,” Jackson proclaimed. “I, Loreen Liira, born of the Lunar Eclipse pack and now a member of the Silver Moon pack, accept the title of Luna to Alpha Jackson and to our Silver Moon pack,” I said, locking eyes with him.

The fire whispered, a lullaby of rage and power, promising that this was only the beginning. Serena stepped back, blending into the shadow of the nearest oak. Damien’s figure loomed on the horizon, a distant, unknowable force—her future tether, a reminder of what had been stolen, a challenge to reclaim. Lucia, rattled, stumbled to regain composure, but Serena did not give her the satisfaction of immediate recognition. She was the unseen storm now, the living ember that refused to die.

Alessandro listened, his eyes wet, his hands holding mine tighter, his heart beating fast, I could hear it in silent Room 2808, beating like drum. "Luna. Luna De Luca Sinclair. Named Luna because she was born at night, full moon, soft, quiet, like moon, second twin, born October 1, 2021, at 2:15 AM, 2.9 kilos, two minutes after Leo, quiet, not roaring, just staring at Mommy like she knew Mommy was tired. Four and a half, but draws like eight-year-old, sings like angel, talks to everyone, loves everyone, forgives everyone, even Vanessa, even though Vanessa is witch. She is not allergic to anything, she eats everything, she loves strawberry milk, she drinks three boxes a day, she loves pink, s

"Listen to me, I swear on my father's grave that I will protect you and our children from whatever monster sent this. Nobody touches our family." I stood rigid within his embrace for a long, heavy moment, the warmth of his chest filtering through my clothes. Then, slowly, I pulled back, lifting my chin high as a sudden, brilliant flash of dangerous golden light erupted across my silver eyes, melting away the fragile shock. The weakness was gone, replaced by the iron-clad authority of a supreme Luna.

She peered into my face. I stared at her. “I don’t?” “No.” She shook her head. “Being Luna doesn’t mean you have to wake up tomorrow and suddenly love Kael.” I blinked. “It doesn’t?” “No.” She smiled. “You sound very certain.” I frowned. “I am.” She smiled faintly. “Being Luna means you have responsibilities to this pack. It means you have a voice. It means you have influence.” I folded my arms. “And what if I don’t want that influence?”