Luna Werewolf Novels & Stories

"Luna?" He seemed to be thinking, trying to understand what he was just told when he looked at Anthony, who was breathing quite heavily, his chest rising and falling rather harshly, then he snapped his eyes in my direction, a knowing expression, yet fear in his eyes now, a fear I hadn't seen yet from him. "You are... but... Luna... I just..." He was mumbling as he looked down seemingly lost in his thoughts as he tried to form a coherent sentence. "She is my Luna, but Raven is no human you idiot, she is a werewolf, she was born here, left to go to University because it was something she wanted out of life, but there were... well, complications that arose and she needed to leave.

Born as a werewolf who cannot shift, I was cast out of the pack on my eighteenth birthday when I couldn't transform into my wolf. In the Azure Pack, it is a bad omen for a wolf not to shift when the time comes. There's a prophecy of the one who will bring doom to the world, and this person will neither be a werewolf nor a human. Someone like me is destined to bring bad luck to those who come near me. Even at that moment, Elena, who happens to be my only friend and roommate, had no idea that I had no wolf. I don't even smell like one, but I always make those around me believe that it was because I used the wolfless perfume, which most werewolves use to hide their identity.

It seemed like he had been replaced with someone else and was now controlled by a different ominous being. But I was no damsel in distress. I was a tough, resilient woman who refused to be overpowered by any form of magic or tyranny. I can't be, I am the Luna of the Blue Moon pack and mate of the most feared Alpha of the werewolf clan. As he held me tightly, anger boiling in his eyes, I met his gaze with unyielding defiance. I saw the conflict within him, the battle between his obsession and his desire not to harm me.

Our pack, the Volatile Hounds Pack, held the prestigious position of being the leading and strongest pack within the borders of the Misty Forest, thanks to the efficient management of Alpha Zarion and myself, Luna Cassidy. I’m no longer human. I can finally feel me being a leader of a pack of werewolves has been worth it. I’m no longer the whiny human who cries every time my knee is wounded. I’m now a Luna, the Queen of the Volatile Hounds Pack. No longer human, no longer weak.

One moment she was a baby in my arms, the next a tiny silver wolf pup, still nursing. It should have been impossible. Werewolf pups couldn't shift until at least age ten, sometimes later. But Luna wasn't normal. Her wolf form was perfect—tiny but proportionate, with silver fur that shimmered in any light. She'd shift back and forth at random, sometimes mid-sentence. "Mama, I—" shift to wolf, small bark, shift back to human, "—want milk!" It was exhausting and adorable in equal measure. At five months, she started walking. Not the wobbly first steps of a normal baby, but confident strides that suggested muscle memory she shouldn't have.

“When you are ready, I can take you to the hospital, and you can get started. I was there for a while and honestly don’t remember a female doctor. It would be nice to have one for situations… like these.” “Thank you, Luna.” She smiled at me, and I told her not to call me that. It wasn’t official or anything. “You're being here makes it official. Being a luna isn’t about being the alpha’s mate. Anyone can do that. It’s about who you are and how you take care of the pack.” From her statement, I thought I should start asking everyone what they thought a good luna was and do some research. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask your name.”

The pack house was huge. So many werewolves flitting about, betas and omegas busy with one job or another in one vast, overwhelming community. Sometimes they would pass by me, quiet down, and give me a low respectful bow, saying; "May the Moon Goddess illuminate your path, Luna, and may her favour forever be upon your royal blood." Then they would wait patiently until I acknowledged them before going right back to their regular loud business. It was so bizarre, I felt like Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones.

I glance out the window and head for our front door to the garden where I have an intimate dinner date waiting for my love. Drake has been busy these past months, with rumors of werewolves hunting witches and sends out warnings to our witch communities. Finding out about my new family was a real eye opener, Luna Dela Sandra is a hybrid, she is a werewolf/dragon, but when she shifts, she looks like a werewolf.

“If you want me to truly forgive you, then let the wolf live.” Nicholas was appalled. Was his Luna crazy? What is she thinking, defending a rogue? Does she know who this lady is?

I asked her tiredly because my head started to swim and there was a massive headache blinding me, but I kept my eyes on the five strangers in the room. “Nothing, he is sleeping as well. The poison was meant for him, not you, so now he is healing. So please answer my questions.” She said, making me sigh, but in the end, I told them all everything because even I needed some answers to my questions and they might give them to me. No one commented on anything I said and they just kept staring at us, then the witch turned to look at her leader before she spoke. “The Luna is a wolf shifter, but she isn’t at the same time. There is a thing that is woven into her DNA, so it is impossible to identify