Lunar Fanart Novels & Stories

It was for wolf circles—closed channels, encrypted groups, and donor nets. Black background. Silver Tribunal crest at the top. In the center, a blurred female silhouette, head bowed under a spill of anonymous hair. Text, elegant and coiled, arched above: **SPECIAL LIVE LOT — THE LUNARIS VESSEL** Below: *Designation: EL0-1* *Verified Lunaris Resonance* *Live Evaluation Segment — One Night Only* Like a concert. A narrow slice of the blur was in sharp focus: a close-up of a bound wrist, circled in faint red. Lunaris script etched into metal. The bracelet’s profile was unmistakable to anyone who’d ever seen it.

The walls were lined with enormous paintings, each gilded in silver frames and so detailed they looked almost alive. “This is our history,” Seraphina said, her voice quieter now. “The story of the Lunar Sentients.” “What are Lunar Sentients?” I asked, curious. “We are. Allow me to enlighten you a bit more before you ask more questions, okay?” Queen Seraphina said with a subtle smile. The first painting depicted a moon goddess descending from the stars. Lira. Her features looked eerily familiar—delicate but powerful, with a presence that drew every eye.

Maybe the gods think I look pretty this way. A gasp escaped me as I turned my neck to get a better view. My fingertips brushed against a beautifully intricate design that adorned my skin. It was a crescent moon, its delicate details awash in an array of enchanting blue shades. Stars, each unique, encircled the moon like constellations painted by a celestial artist. At the edge of the crescent, a pitch-black wolf stood, head thrown back as it howled at the moon. My mate’s initials are written below the mark.

Aron is perfect in timing, he was about to lose his freaking mind thinking. His good friend was also in his bedroom now. Zayn recognized his wallpaper of space and astronauts and stuff that involved the solar system and the universe. Aron had a huge interest in anything that is, directly or indirectly associated with astronomy. “Hey. How are you guys?” “Whoa, you look like hell.” “Hell is an understatement. You should come visit one day.” “In the Black estate? Duuude! Anytime.”

She is a slave, she’s weak, I can’t take her I need a strong mate. “ you’re my mate” her small sweet voice sounded like music to my ears, at that moment it took everything in me to stop myself from taking her in my hands, Leon wanted to hold her but no I can’t do this. I stepped back a bit and before I could stop myself I said. “ I, Ivan Parker, Alpha of the crescent moon pack, reject you as my mate and Luna”

"I'm sure that was just her trickery, right, Darling?" "Sorry, my dear Luna. I agree with Rutherford," Ikaros said. The man glanced at me for a moment, and our eyes met. "I want to scold you. But you look pale. Are you sick?" I refused to answer. I had suddenly turned into a terrifying furry creature, and I began to believe that Lorelei was a witch, or at the very least, I was being pranked and there was a hidden camera capturing my expression. Now the fur was gone from my skin, but I was still traumatized.

I told him. “That right there is what makes you the Luna this pack needs. You are already looking out for the pack, and you did not even realize it. While you are right that some packs are still stuck in the past and are still purists, many have moved beyond that. I can tell you that all the packs that I know or that we are allied with no longer believe this. There might be individuals or families that still hold on to their purists' beliefs, but they are exceedingly rare. Our pack and our allies have many members that are not wolves. My nephew, Trent, who is the alpha of the pack that has most of the east coast of Canada, his Luna is a vampire princess from the kingdom we are in an alliance

“To the pack, Lila. Keep that howl ready.” The hall stirred—forks clinked, voices rose, pups chattered. The hearths crackled, venison’s aroma thick, smoke curling to the beams. Pines whispered outside, the moon climbing, its silver light brushing the windows. Sam’s tattoo hummed, Luna’s purr a fire in her veins, Kevin’s scent her anchor. The pack was hers—flawed, fierce, alive—and the Eclipse Fang’s shadow loomed, red eyes waiting, but tonight, they were whole.

She murmurs. Liana grabs the white envelope, throwing the rest on her desk. I watch her carefully as she scans the envelope then brings out the letter inside. Moment of truth. Liana’s eyes go over the words carefully and with each line, her face goes paler and paler. I have my answer, Liana Dawson, mate of Alpha Derek, Luna of the blood moon pack, and the so-called oracle of the moon goddess was cheating on her husband and mate right under his nose, in the pack.

The moonlight bathed her in a soft glow, illuminating the gentle curve of her collarbone, the delicate slope of her neck. And then I saw it. My breath caught. A dark mark. Fresh. His. My vision blurred at the edges, my pulse hammering in my ears. I took a step forward before I could stop myself, my eyes locked on the small yet damning mark just above her collarbone. And that’s when I noticed something else. Her lunar tattoo. I had seen it a hundred times before—a delicate silver symbol that represented our connection to the moon, to our destiny as mates. But now, it was different. The swirling silver lines had darkened, twisting into something else, something… wrong.