Lunar Larry Novels & Stories

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.

That had to be Luna Laurel. At Regal’s right sat his Beta—broad-shouldered, arms crossed, a visible scar running from his temple to his jaw. The rest were elders, each with eyes that flickered like dying embers. The room was heavy with authority, and every move we made was being measured. Ryan inclined his head respectfully. “Alpha Regal. Luna Laurel. Council elders. Thank you for receiving us.” Regal’s gaze moved over Ryan, then to Trevor, and finally to me.

"Fair enough." But when the time finally came, the laughter slowly faded. The Lunabond Detector, a silver device about the size of a laptop, sat in the center of the room, softly glowing blue. Jason, who had somehow been assigned as its "official tester," kept pressing random buttons. "I swear this thing's broken," he muttered. "Maybe we should just cancel this whole mating ceremony thing. Technical difficulties, you know?" Lily smacked his arm. "Jason, stop being such a drama queen!"

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.”

he said, more to himself than to me. Larry didn't help. He just stood there with a smug look on his face, shaking his head in disgust. “This is an absolute embarrassment,” Gary said loudly, making sure the whole pack could hear him. “My Luna is supposed to be strong, beautiful, and of a respectable status. I need a woman who can lead beside me, not… this” I wanted to tell him that I could be whatever he needed. I wanted to tell him I was smart and hard-working. But he held up a hand, his eyes steeled and hard as flint.

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.

“By the Goddess of the Moon, Hope! You could have killed Harry!” It’s Blake and he jumps out of the bush. “Um, it’s Larry. Larry Hammock, I helped you with your science project last year.” “Ah, right. Harry Lammock.” Larry steps out of the bush and I let out a surprised gasp. Torn and tattered he is with a big bruise to his eye but I don’t think I have been happier to see him in my life. “Larry!” I shout and run out towards him with arms open wide. “I can’t believe you’re alive—“