Lunar Larry Novels & Stories

The lantern light danced along the blade. “It’s ancient,” he said. “Hundreds of years old. One of my family’s ceremonial tools. We use it to bind new members into the Blue Moon Pack.” Lydia’s heart began to pound. “You want me to… join the pack?” He nodded and placed the knife flat on the desk. “Yes. Temporarily—until we figure out what’s wrong with your scent and your wolf. You’re considered Luna… and my mate. If we can’t even mind link each other or connect with the pack, they’ll get suspicious. And that could cost us. Don’t forget—some of us are Lycans. The rest are wolves. But Lycans can sniff things out quickly.”

Seeing him, they immediately fell silent, though their glances seemed strange. When he appeared, the chief secretary couldn't control herself and approached Larry to tell him everything that had happened. "Mr. Spencer, would you like to check the trending topics?" The secretary suggested. "What trending topics? I don't have time with the West District bidding project still unresolved." Larry frowned impatiently. The secretary said, "Mr. Spencer, something has happened to Miss Landon." Hearing Lucy mentioned, Larry furrowed his brow and opened his phone. Seeing the word "miscarriage," his heart froze in terror.

​The Lunar Ark was not a ship; it was a sarcophagus of gold and glass, buried beneath the regolith of the Tycho Crater for a century. As the Vane siblings and Lyra stepped inside, the air tasted of ancient pine needles and cold, sterile electricity. It was the "Emergency Exit" their father had built for a world that had finally ended, and as the engines hummed to life, Leo felt the violent tug of Earth’s gravity calling them back.

As soon as Lily came home, her parents were quite surprised, "Lily, are you back? Why didn't you call in advance? " "Where's Larry?" "Still sleeping." Lily walks directly to Larry's bedroom, kicks the door open, and lifts the quilt. Larry, her younger brother, is still in the third year of junior high school. His grades are so bad that he can't expect to go to senior high school. Seeing her coming and disturbs his dream. He gets up angry and says, "Is something wrong with your brain?

“He know we’ve pinned him?” Larry shook his head, his voice low and sure. “Not yet, this info’s an hour old, straight from my source. He’s blind for now.” Daiki cracked his knuckles, his boots shifting, his voice steady. “Then we hit him quickly, before he slips.” I glanced at Damien, his face set, his hands still, his eyes burning with the same fire I felt—Olivia, close, alive, but dangling in Alaric’s grip. My mind raced, threads tangling—someone fed Alaric moves before, kept him steps ahead. Who fed Larry this? My Moonblood contacts tied the intel, sure, but the chain felt shaky, a link hidden. Creed Hunters surfaced in my thoughts—a rogue tracker, lean and slippery, indebted to Larry aft

I blew out a long sigh of relief at his departure. Fuck! Man! Larry was really a handful. He was obviously a lot to deal with whenever he got into those inquisitive situations. He keeps forgetting that curiosity killed the cat. I let my eyes roam back to the screen of my laptop, a folder catching my attention. I leaned in closer.