Luna Roja Novels & Stories

Liora wheezed, eyes watering. “You… can’t… touch me…” she choked. “I’m… the Luna…” Scarlet laughed. “The Luna?” Scarlet spat. “You’re not a Luna. You’re a fucking parasite wearing a title like perfume.” Liora’s eyes flashed with hatred even as she struggled to breathe. Scarlet’s grip tightened just enough to make her vision blur. “Tell me,” Scarlet demanded, “or I swear to the Moon Goddess, I’ll make you beg for the death you couldn’t give me.”

Elora responded angrily while trying to keep her other side in check. “ I am the Luna of this pack and you have just committed an unforgivable offense by questioning my authority and defying me!” she said with a small smile on her face, obviously happy because Elora had fallen for her antics. “ That was embarrassing” Elora said after they sat there in silence when she revealed that she was the Luna. She looked at the name tag on the desk and saw the name; Luna Jenna Hills. “ That is why you should learn to look before you leap”

They just didn't want to. Luna had golden hair that stopped halfway down her slender back. Her eyes, a soft sea blue color. Her ivory skin seemed to have a permanent magical glow to them and her slender feminine body reminded you of a delicate rose. You'd want to touch it but you'd be scared you'd destroy it so you'd stare from a distance. She looked like some kind of Fae. Sreya personally believed she was a mermaid with legs. One look at her and you'd believe in supernatural beings.

the bartender advised, leading Luna to stand up and slam her hand on the bar table. "Are you defying me? Don't you know who I am? I am Luna Sander, do you know that I'm from the Estrada family? And if you knew, you would also know that I'm the wife of that damn man, Lucas Alvarez. I could even buy this club if I wanted to!" Luna shouted at the bartender, who could only bow his head in response.

Luna raised her brow at me almost accusingly. “I didn’t know you have a girlfriend.” Luna’s face shouts disappointment. She crossed her arms on her chest like a damn kid, her nose turning red which always happens when she’s annoyed. “I’m actually shipping you two. But still, I’m Team AkiRoux.” I leaned on the table and messed on her face using my hand, smearing her mascara and lipstick. Lucas slapped my hand away but laughed at his girlfriend’s face. Luna’s about to grumble some F-words but Luc has covered her mouth before she can open her mouth.

His father tried to reason. As they spoke, his mother walked into his office. His mother, the luna of the pack, Caua Wolf was a woman in her early fourties. She was only a little over five foot which made her very short compared to her husband and son. She had long brown hair and brown eyes that shone whenever she spoke. She also had very soft features. She was a caring mother and a kind luna. All the people of the pack love her for her good heart, and Rodriguez loved his mom more than anyone else.

She licked her hands seductively. "Are you two talking about me?" She asked. I looked away and stare at Amo. "Probably, just telling my cousin that you're a marvelous, gently woman, right Amo?" I said. "Yeah, that's it". He nodded. Luna didn't say anything, she just looked at me and continued licking her ice cream. Not like a normal human being but like a stripper!. She used her tongue to circled the ice cream and won't stop looking at me.

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.

“Rowan, what is wrong? I asked confused “ the rouge said something about them getting their hands of the Luna of scarlet, something about the special Luna. You have to contact monnna and see if they’re fine” “What? That’s not possible Rowan, the rouges are here in crescent moon, they can’t possibly get to Blue lake to get to them” I told him “He said they plan her kidnap well” “He’s just bluffing Rowan. Kill him and let’s move forward, we have to find that bastard king soon”

AUTHOR'S POV Heavy June rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the underground bar, drowning out the low thumping bass. Yvonne crossed her arms over her expensive trench coat, shivering as the damp, stifling humidity clung to her skin. The subterranean tavern smelled of wet dog, stale beer, and raw ozone from the thunderstorm raging across the city. Sitting across the sticky wooden booth, a man with a jagged scar down his neck lazily counted the stacks of crisp hundred-dollar bills. Securing her position as Luna meant cutting out Chandler’s obsession at the root, and this human mercenary was the only blade sharp enough to do it.