Luna Star Age Novels & Stories

she asked. "Yes," my mate replied with a small grin, then turned to me. "We don't have much time." I nodded. “How old are you?” I asked the pup. The girl tore her eyes from Johnathan and looked at me. “I’m twelve, Luna.” “Where are your parents?” Johnathan moved off to the side, his arms crossed over his chest, head swivelling in every direction as he kept a look out for any potential threats that might have come our way.

"So…What were you really running from?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "I can't just run for the sake of running?" "There's no such thing. Running has to do with moving from point A to point B. What was your point B?" I sighed. "Well…today's my birthday, and no one in my family remembered. They're all too busy." "Birthday," he said, raising an eyebrow. "And how old are you today, Luna?" "Nineteen." "Hmm," he said. "I've only got two years on you. Happy birthday."

Well, it’s not like she ever cared. Without turning back, he walked out of the ward. Luna felt her heart ache as she watched him disappear. “Are you okay?” Cecile cupped Luna’s cheeks and smiled gently. Luna stared at her for a long moment, then nodded. “Uhm…I am 23 years old and Calla is just 18. Won’t that be a problem?” Luna looked down at herself. She had Luna’s face and features, but the body was still hers. It wouldn’t be easy to fool everyone.

Luna turned three years old on a sunny spring morning. She woke up bouncing with excitement, already chattering about her party before her feet hit the floor. "I'm three! I'm so big now, Mama!" Aria smiled, helping her daughter dress. Luna looked like a five-year-old, her accelerated growth showing no signs of slowing. But emotionally, she was still very much a child. "Very big. What do you want to do for your birthday?" "See Uncle Kade! And have cake! And play with Marcus and the other pups!" Luna ticked off items on her fingers. "And Aunt Lyra promised to teach me a new fighting move!"

And tonight, I had dragged him into a lie I hated almost as much as the truth. “Is she settled now?” I asked. His jaw moved slightly before he answered. “Yes.” Silence hummed between us. Aria. The omega I’d last properly noticed years ago, quiet, unobtrusive, a shadow among wolves. Now… Luna in name only. A mask my people needed. A sacrifice I had demanded. Because Crescent Stone must not fracture. Because Selene must be protected — even in her absence. I exhaled slowly. “Good.” He nodded once.

QUICK TALK Hey reader, I’m so happy that you’re reading this, honestly. Thank you for giving Luna Avara a chance. For you guys, I updated a part chapter today. I'll give you two more tomorrow. Love you. And again, it’s already 11pm here, so. My tomorrow will be nine hours from now.

I have learned to embrace that I am not going to be alone in this. For today, we are having burgers and fries and lots of steaks. As for me and Zayn? Oh we are not going anywhere. Because he is mine and I am his. Oh, and also, Did I tell you that I am the new Luna? There you go, Scoot.

Present Day Portland, Oregon One hundred and fifty years later—aging one year for every thirty that passed once a lupus garou reached puberty—Diana was the equivalent of a twenty-one-year-old human. She longed more than ever to have Caleb for her mate, wishing she hadn’t had to hide from the pack all these years. The burning desire for him flooded her veins whenever she came into the wolf’s heat. Her body craved his touch, but her mind had given up hoping to ever have him for her own. If she could find a strong, agreeable human mate, she could change him into a lupus garou, and he would keep her safe from Ragnar.

Salvador groaned then slapped her hands away. "Sorry....I couldn't help it." Luna smiled apologicaly. "You are just so cute. How old are you anyway?" He rubbed on his cheeks sending her a glare, looking cute at the same time. "Am not cute, men aren't cute. And an 23." 23. Luna eyelid twitched uncontrollablyat his words. He is one year older than her. Then why does he looks eighteen? No offense, he isn't scrawny or anything. He had that perfectly fit big body, but with that big hoodie and glasses.. definitely cute.

This young girl still wants to achieve her ideals, but they have made her have to erase the dream from her. "Luna, today you must see him at 1 p.m." Luna looked in the mirror. A 26-year-old girl now sees it from the door. "I know." Casandra is Luna's older half-sister. She was born to a different father than Luna. Her father passed away when she was 16 years old, and two years later, her mother soon remarried her biological father, Luna. The two of them have never been familiar. It was only in the presence of Casandra's stepfather that the girl would be sweet to Luna, and if there were none, she would be cruel to her half-sister.