Lunar Larry Novels & Stories

“Don’t have long for what?” Rowan met her eyes, and she saw no softness there—only grim certainty. “To learn if you’ll survive the change.” Her throat constricted. “No. No, this is wrong. I’m not—this isn’t—” “You are,” Rowan cut in. “That mark doesn’t lie. You’ve been bitten under a lunar triad.” Evelyn blinked. “A what?” “The three full moons that rise in a single season,” Rowan explained, his voice low, steady. “It’s rare. And dangerous. Those bitten then don’t become mindless beasts. They become true lycans.”

“We should rejoice, Kingdom of the Lycans! After a thousand years— the Goddess has chosen another Luna to save us from a catastrophe that the higher heavens bestowed!” Yulo’s announcement made the crowd roar in excitement and happiness about the new Luna.

Gesturing Alpha Kylo to continue. “The Luna, the myth you all have heard of, started off as a human. Not being able to transform into wolf form. Both parents were wolves, but there were no signs of her being a wolf. Getting a cut, she would take just as long as a human to heal.” Kylo’s tone went soft. Trying to gather the words. “But the myth was not just a myth. Her name was Alexandria.” Keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. “She was…” Folding his lips to hold back his tears.

It took a step forward, its massive paws leaving deep imprints in the ground. Amelia stepped forward, her voice filled with a mix of caution and curiosity. "Who... what are you?" The Lycan's voice echoed through the cavern, resonating with a primal power. "I am Lyall, the last of my kind. I sensed a disturbance, an imbalance, and came to investigate." Luna's eyes widened, a spark of recognition lighting up within her. "Lyall? The ancient protector of the moonstone?" Lyall nodded, his towering form seeming to radiate with knowledge and wisdom. "Indeed. The moonstone is a powerful artifact that must be safeguarded. I have been its guardian for centuries, but its energy has been tainted by the

LUNA opened her eyes and found herself inside a cave. Her body still felt too weak, and for some reason… she couldn’t remember what happened. She didn’t even know how she got there. Did she get into an accident and hit her head, causing her to lose her memories? She hoped not. Her eyes wandered afterward. A bonfire was lit from afar, near the cave’s entrance, and from her spot she saw a few silhouettes of humans. Given their distance, their voices seemed to be muffled, so she couldn’t comprehend a single word they spoke.

That finally made him glance at me again. “I know politics,” I continued quickly before he could interrupt. “I know territory management. Trade agreements. Resource allocation. I rebuilt Silver Claw farmland after the floods almost entirely by myself because—” “Get to the point.” The sharpness in his voice sliced clean through mine. I swallowed my irritation. “I want to be your Luna.” His expression didn’t change. Not even slightly. “That has to be the worst proposal I’ve heard all year.” The words sliced straight through me. I took a shaky breath. But when your life depended on something, you didn’t let little snarky comments get to you.

I said slowly. "The Moon Goddess's chosen vessel, a wolf born once in several generations who carries a direct connection to the Goddess herself." I paused and shook my head slightly. "I always thought they were pack mythology. Stories told to pups at bedtime, nothing more." "They are not stories," Mira said, touching the open page of the old book with one finger. "The last recorded carrier of the Luna bloodline disappeared sixty years ago. Most packs believe she was assassinated, but the truth is more complicated than that. She did not die.

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!"