Lunar Fnaf Fanart Novels & Stories

He unfolded it slowly and held it toward me. I took it. It was a verification record. Official. Stamped with the Moon Council seal. I read the first line and my blood ran cold. Then I read it again. "This says," I said slowly, "that a forged moon mark was reported to the council three months ago." Elder Crest nodded. "Reported anonymously. We investigated quietly. We could not identify the source until last night when the true bonding mark appeared and gave us the comparison we needed." I looked up.

Dieta de Lune, ma devo ti solasta gor libertia du essencia de ma harte de surita enilationa de ula exestian– Moon Goddess, I channel your power to free my loved one from the fate of a doomed life. Until Ethan's eyes opened.

Cillian’s POV… *To Alpha Cillian of the Lunar Fangs. I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. First, let me express my sincere gratitude for the alliance that has bound our packs for many years. The ties between the Lunar Fangs and the Nightstar Banes have always been a source of strength and unity.

Luna asked, making Leo shake their head again. "Of course, because of these glasses. If you want girls to like you, get rid of them, got it?" Luna said, making Leo nod and then put their glasses back on. Luna didn't expect her conversation with Leo to take quite a while. Alicia even signaled her to end the conversation because the other fans were getting impatient in the line. "I had no idea there was a fan like you who knew everything about me," Luna said, returning the album that already had her signature on it. However, someone's voice stopped Luna's movement, and both she and Leo turned towards the source of the sound.

Mates will melt and long for each other and there is no record of mates that hate each other even after being this close to each other. The Luna was disappointed at hearing her son marking his mate against her will but looking at how strained their relationship was even with the mark concerned her more. She thought they would grow close and learn to trust and accept each other if they were close and stayed together but it looks like they are drifting apart rather than getting close. And not to forget the way he is treating her, he is just losing his chance of having a mate every day. She explained all her concerns to her oracle friends Dana and Dane, who had been friends with their family fo

Rainn replied, "Whom?" Beau said raising a brow questioningly. "Fala." My brows furrowed as he stared at her in confusion, "I'm sorry but who's Fala?" "She's soon to become the Luna of tribe Fianna, one of the thirteen tribes of Gaia." Rainn replied nonchalantly.

This little tidbit earned me some brownie points with Alpha. Just as I’m stretching my neck, I see Luna step out and oh my, I never was one for wedding dresses but wow. She looks like the moon goddess herself. Liam is going to lose his mind when he sees her in this. Just wow. Oh shit, I’m gawking and she saw me but I can’t stop. My pocket starts vibrating.

I wrote the names of my fallen, swallowed moonstone ash, stood naked before the Hollow One. “You want a vessel?” I said. “I want revenge.” It did not nod. It only entered me. And thus was born the Shadow Luna. They crawled from the ruins. Fur like soot. Eyes like dying stars. Not alive. Not dead. Drawn only to me. One licked my hand. Its tongue was fire. “My Luna,” it rasped. I had made my own pack. And they would obey no one else. She waited by the blood tree. Still loyal. Still afraid. I stepped from the shadows.

Xander found my hand, lacing his fingers through mine, and together we stepped into the warm, golden light of a home we'd built out of everything that once tried to break us. The coronation came a month later, under a clear sky, the whole pack gathered to witness Xander formally named Alpha, and me, standing beside him, Luna of Gerafil, not anyone's replacement, not anyone's second choice, exactly and only myself. When they finally gave birth to their daughter the following spring, Xander held her first, tears streaming freely down his face, and looked up at me with a certainty I'd come to know as completely, unshakably his.