Lunar Chronicles Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Willow POV After Brett fucked me again and spilled his seed into me I was starting to feel less hot. I must have dozed off because when I woke up it was already getting dark outside. I checked the time to see 5.15pm. Fuck! Everyone would be here at 7pm for Jeremy’s and Lizzie’s ceremony. I felt so much better. Assuming Brett was helping my Mum, I jumped in the shower. Whilst in the shower I tried to mindlink Lizzie.

The kiss on the cheek, gentle yet profound, seemed to hold the echoes of countless unspoken words between us. A smirk crept up my lips, recalling the warmth of his breath, the measured depth of his voice, and the way he'd looked at me—not as the Luna of the Red Moon Pack, but as his Luna. It was a testament to our intertwined fates and the delicate dance we were navigating between the past and a hopeful future. A soft buzz diverted my attention. Grabbing my phone, I saw a message from Betty: Heard you got the schedules today. How's the mighty Luna faring? Oh, and any juicy details from last night's stargazing with Alpha Damon? We're dying here! - B

He changed positions on his knees, one hand on my leg, me spread open and waiting for him to fully take me. "I will love you forever, my Luna," he said, bending down. He kissed me hungrily, the tip of his cock at the entrance. With a quick thrust, he was in me. Pain quickly became pleasure. My moans are uncontrollable and hungry after every stroke. His pleasure mixed with mine, his kisses peppered every inch of me before he stopped at the crook of my neck. Extending his canines, he dug into me, marking me as his. My eyes rolled back, feeling myself connected with him. Coming with him, I screamed his name. He licked the wound to help it heal. Sparks were like fireworks exploding in the sky. T

Before I could utter a word, my mate snapped back with so much firm in his vocals '' I don't think that my love is interested in working with your company for more than one year, she's doing this only out of curiosity and just to have fun. After all, she's soon-to-be 'Blood Moon Pack' Luna and the mother of our future alpha. I'm pretty sure that it's not going to be hard for me to have some pups from such wonderful and beautiful mates as soon as we want. Isn't it my love? ''

He was so furious about his public humiliation that he hired these mercenaries to tear this place apart. Lana rushed forward to meet the first wave, completely forgetting about me in the sudden madness. I stepped back against the wall, my heart hammering as I looked around for something to use as a weapon. I was completely unarmed, my wolf still weak from the sudden shock of the timeline shift. Suddenly, the air behind me ripped open. One massive grey rogue wolf broke right past Lana's guard line. He didn't care about the other fighters. His bloodshot eyes locked directly onto me, recognizing my silver-blonde hair from whatever target description Cassian had given him.

She pushed off the car and straightened her jacket. She pulled up Cedric's number again. She pressed call and he picked almost immediately. “There's one more thing you need to do.” Her lips curved into a malicious smile. As the call ended, she knew by morning of the set day of the mating ceremony, it would herald her becoming Luna and the funeral of the deposed Luna.

"Daydreaming of your groans on the beach, counting the seconds until the sun sets, and scheming to cancel your entire tracking run with the Elder Luna Queen." Jone lets out a sharp bark of male laughter. "The markers align, save for the final one. You granted my wolf access to the unlimited pack resources treasury, and I fully intend to verify if the vault has a bottom." "Spend it all, Jone. My warriors will be waiting in the royal den. Stripped. Ready." The sudden, heavy thumping of rotor blades cuts through the air, shaking the stone walls of the citadel. "The Moonfang Chronicle scribes have returned," Jone grunts, walking toward the high stone archway to draw the heavy leather drapes. "Th

She tilted her chin upward, her lips meeting mine in a deep, possessive kiss that sealed the promise under the morning sky. The phantom ache of her silver scar was completely dead, replaced by the burning, unyielding strength of the Midnight Eclipse line. The vipers had run out of territory, the contracts were burned to ash, and as the wind rustled through the western fields below us, I knew with absolute certainty that the future of the Crescent Warriors belonged entirely to my Luna.

My mating ceremony with Chris kept getting interrupted, one reason after another. The first time, his adopted sister Lucy threw him a bachelor party. He drank too much and missed our slot. The second time, right before we set out, Lucy twisted her ankle. Chris took her to the hospital and missed it again. The third time, we were already standing at the vow platform when Lucy cried until she fainted below. Once again, Chris left me standing there. The fourth time, the fifth time... Lucy, every single time. "Hurry up, Sheila! This is the eighth time! There are only fifteen minutes left to receive the Moon Goddess's blessing. If you miss it again, the Moon Goddess will take it as proof the

It was a disaster; Silas had let his empire rot while he chased a ghost. Leo and Luna sat on either side of me, eating their breakfast with a quiet, disciplined dignity that clearly unsettled the staff. They didn't fidget. They didn't whisper. They sat like young royals, their silver-blonde hair catching the morning light. "Mommy," Luna whispered suddenly, her fork pausing halfway to her mouth. Her violet eyes—hidden behind the contacts—darted toward the grand entrance. "The bad flower is here. I smell the fake jasmine."