Lunar Fanart Novels & Stories

Inside, the wolf smiled with me, my accomplice. As the car pulled away, I glanced in the mirror and saw Carlos' reflection beside me, serious, worried, completely absorbed in the paper I had written for him. The Moon Festival was approaching, and now there was no doubt: the real Luna would be me.

Patrol reports carry fewer red marks. “And Luna,” Lira says suddenly. Rylan smiles faintly. “She sends a postcard from her trip to Africa.” “Again?” “She claims the sunsets there look better each time.” Lira imagines her friend standing at the edge of distant shores, wind in her hair. “She always wants to see the world,” she says. “She is seeing it.” Beta Damon accepts leadership of the LunarStrike pack, and Beta Hale is his beta. His guidance brings stability there as well. Luna travels freely now, sending letters filled with sketches and stories of cities and forests far beyond their borders.

"Way less scared than before. Less alone too. It's like you're always with me now somehow." That confirmed what I was already thinking. We were connected now. Bonded together in some weird way. "Can I take another look at your marks?" She rolled up both her sleeves without asking any questions. The blue lines were definitely shaped like moon phases. New moon. Waxing crescent. Full moon. Waning crescent. All arranged in perfect circles. I rolled up my sleeves too so she could see. Luna's mouth fell open. "Yours look exactly like mine!"

The curtains were drawn, allowing only thin strips of moonlight to spill across the bed, painting everything in soft silver. His fingers traced invisible patterns along my bare arm, slow and deliberate, as though he never wanted the moment to end. “Stay with me,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “You don’t need anything else, Aria. Not your pack, not the throne. Just me.” I smiled, tilting my head to look at him. Damon had a way of speaking that made everything sound certain like the future was already written, and all I had to do was step into it.

"Did the Alpha just say what I think he said?" I forced myself to speak past the lump in my throat. "Who are you?" "Don't you know?" A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. It did not reach his eyes. Then I saw the marking on his collar, a silver crescent moon ringed in thorns, and my heart stopped. "You are Alpha Zarek," I whispered. "Our Alpha." "I am." He tilted his head, studying me. "And you are my fated mate, which means you are my Luna."

My vision blurred and I didn't know if it was from tears or from whatever was happening to my body. "Stand up, Abital." Ruth's voice cut through my pain. "You're embarrassing yourself." I tried but my legs wouldn't cooperate. "She's weak," someone in the crowd said. "She can't even handle a rejection without falling apart." Laughter rippled through some wolves though not all of them. Some looked away, but most of them laughed that made me want to disappear . "I choose Selena Winters as my mate and future Luna," Damon continued. "She is strong where strength is needed."

That thing should be celebrated, but her mother saw it in a different light. “Maybe your mother was just surprised by the news. Let’s wait until everything sinks into her.” He planted a kiss on her temple and pulled away. Sebastian cupped her cheeks. “This is our miracle, my love. And no matter what happens, we will celebrate her life….” Irma nodded her head and kissed him on the lips. “WHY is the moon like that, Mother?” Luna asked as she looked up into the sky. A smile curved on Irma’s lips as she watched her child staring at the moon with so much fascination in her eyes.

On each pedestal sat a fragment of the Lunar Heart. The Oakhaven fragment was a brilliant, sapphire blue crystal that hummed with a sharp, energetic rhythm. The London fragment was a pale, translucent white that cast long, clean shadows across the stone. The Paris fragment was a solid block of deep, frozen silver ice that still carried the clean, quiet frequency Laila had forced into it at Saint-Michel. In the exact center of the triangle, suspended in mid-air by the convergence of the three frequencies, was a empty, hollow iron ring the socket for the True Moon.

Aria The footage playing on Darren’s laptop made my stomach churn. Lunar Labs had been reduced to smoldering ruins. The lab equipment was smashed, documents scattered and burned, walls blackened by fire. But worst of all were the messages spray-painted across what remained of the walls: “WOLF KILLERS,” “ANIMALS, NOT PEOPLE,” “DEATH TO MOON FREAKS.” I had to look away just to keep my tears from spilling over. Beside me, Darren’s jaw was clenched as he watched the camera pan across the destruction.

She could only force herself to retort, "Leonard, stop asking! I really didn't lie to you!" She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "Leonard, you're not scared, are you? Are you afraid Silvermoon Pack will retaliate? What are you afraid of? With me here, I'm a descendant of an Alpha. As long as you make me your Luna, no one will retaliate against you." She grabbed Leonard's trouser leg desperately as tears streamed down her face. Her voice was a mixture of tenderness and sorrow. "You love me, don't you? Please look at me and have mercy on me... We'll be together forever. We'll have everything..."