Lunafreya Book Novels & Stories

Freya whispered harshly but before Kiera could step out, Luna Athena stepped in, looking around with her scary hazel eyes. Freya looked away, but she didn’t dare dip her hand back inside the wolfsbane water to convince that she had been the one working. Kiera dipped her head low, hands folded behind her body as she greeted the Luna. “My Luna,” She acknowledged. Luna Athena looked from Freya to Kiera, “What are you both doing in here?” Her eyes trailed Kiera’s wet hands and then… Freya’s reddened and shredded hands that were now shaking terribly. It wasn’t long till it clicked. Instead of looking at Kiera, her boots clicked further as she stepped beside Freya. “Are you sharing your duties wit

I stare at her and realizes that the sweet, timid omega is gone. Standing before me is someone entirely different. Before I can respond, footsteps echo outside. Instantly, Lily’s eyes fill with tears. Her shoulders slump, and her voice becomes soft again. “Luna… I hope you don’t hate me.” Kael enters just in time to see the frightened expression on Lily’s face. He walks straight to the bed. “Is everything alright?” He asks. Lily smiles weakly. “Yes, Alpha.” She glances toward the Luna. “The Luna was just checking on me.”

The ancient library was a tomb of forgotten knowledge, its towering shelves heavy with dust and the faint metallic tang of old paper. Freya had always preferred the night shift. The quiet wrapped around her like a lover’s cloak, letting the shy 24-year-old lose herself in books rather than people. Her pale skin glowed under the dim lamps, dark curls framing wide green eyes that hid a secret restlessness--a hunger she didn’t yet understand. But only 'Yet' Tonight, the storm outside howled against the tall windows. Lightning flashed as she carried a stack of restricted occult volumes toward the back. A presence filled the air, cold and ancient, making the hairs on her neck rise.

Her words are growing desperate. "I don't have time for this." Reaching behind me, I grab Raya's arm and tug her along toward the door. If Linda isn't going to move herself, then we'll do it for her. "No!" She blocks the doorway with her body. "You're not leaving with her. I'm your Luna." What the hell is happening? I've never seen her acting so unhinged before. Ever since she yelled at me to let my feelings for Gabriela go, she's been avoiding me, thankfully. And now of all times to try to come around to demand my attention again?

"It matters because ordinary humans don't heal gardens with a touch, Freya. Ordinary humans don't open Lunarias with their mere presence. And ordinary humans don't survive the marking of an Alpha on the Full Moon without going into shock or madness." The revelation echoed in the garden like silent thunder. Cedrik realized that his "prisoner of war" was a much more dangerous mystery than the war itself. If Freya carried the blood of an Ancestral Luna, her mere existence was a heresy against the caste system established by Isolde. Could it be the reason for her irresistible magnetism? The wolf hadn't recognized just an attractive female; he had recognized his mystical counterpart. "You're scar

Please remember that the events and relationships in this book are entirely fictional and are written for storytelling purposes. Most importantly, this is Luna's story, a girl who has spent her entire life in a cage, searching for a life that truly belongs to her. I hope you'll laugh with her, cry with her, get frustrated with her, and fall in love with her journey. Happy reading! — C

I just have no idea what to expect. According to Luna Kennedy, Luna Yara will be accompanying him to the pack. Tomorrow she’ll head to Alpha Yorick and Alpha Cyra’s pack since that’s where Alpha Warren is, and she’s been away from him for several days now. Based on everything I’ve heard, Gavin is quite taken with Luna Yara. I’ve met her a couple of times myself. Each time, she makes me ache to see my own mother again, so I understand the pull to her.

I had seen it in old pack portraits, resting on the necks of past Lunas. Elena lifted the box higher so everyone could see it. “This necklace has been passed down for five generations,” she announced. “It belongs to the true Luna of Silver Ridge. It carries blessing and protection from the Moon Goddess. It gives strength to the one who wears it.” My fingers tightened around my fork. True Luna. Elena turned and held the box out to Clara. Clara’s eyes widened. She pressed her hands to her mouth like she was shocked. “No,” she whispered. “Luna Elena, I can’t accept that. It belongs to Ava.”

she introduced both women. On seeing Oyin the Luna's eye widened like she had just seen a ghost. " She's your best friend?" she asked not understanding the scenario that was happening right in front of her eyes. " We are more like sisters" Oyin added with a smirk on her face which was pretty wild. " How can this be? what kind of game does fate wants to play with this two friends?" Luna Lucretia asked herself as she stared at Oyin and Karen before giving them one of her smiles.

Oloron walks the lines with a satchel of crystals that knock softly together like patient bells and Tara’s shadows gather at the tree line in a quiet crowd, curious and ready. I stand where Freya puts me, the east point, and try not to think about cages. “You anchor by asking,” Freya says, simply. She’s Nicholas’s half-sister, sharp cheekbones, sharper eyes, a daylight witch who’s patient with wolves if we’re useful. “Don’t force it, don’t bargain, ask and mean it.” “I can do that,” I say, and it isn’t bravado. My whole life people told me I feel too much, fine, but tonight it’s a tool.