Lunar Novel Novels & Stories

Because of what she had chosen to be. I had to set the document down when I read that. Sat with it for a long time. Then picked it up and kept reading. She described Luna’s birth with two sentences. The first Lunar Wolf born into the restored world arrived on the fourteenth of October in the early morning. Her name is Luna and she carries the web from her first moment and does not know it as a thing she has because she has not had it, which is exactly as it should be. Two sentences. The most significant thing in four hundred years of waiting is expressed in two sentences.

For the first time in its history, the bond became a gateway. My eyes closed, and suddenly, we were no longer in the rock chamber. We were in the Well of Liria. The Well of Liria was the mythical source of Lunar Magic, a place that only existed in the tales of the old school. It was a landscape that defied logic: a cosmic space of silver and black, where the stars were drops of lunar essence and the air was the breath of the Triple Moon. In the center of this cosmic void floated a structure that shattered our souls.

I told Mateo and closed the mindlink. I looked at the moon and prayed to the moon goddess Selene, the goddess of wolves, to hold and help Lory cope with her emotions, to help her understand that we didn't wish her harm, and that she belonged here. I don't know why such trials were placed on Lory's path, but I know there must be specific reasons for it. Selene doesn't make mistakes; she has her reasons for her actions.

Luna tuned their bickering in and out like background music. Her focus kept drifting. Not to the scrolls. Up. The sun hung higher than its usual path. That was the only way she could describe it. The angle of light pouring into the alcove was wrong by a hair’s breadth. She thought she was imagining it until Earth hummed underfoot, a faint unsettled vibration, like a wolf shifting in sleep. *Do you feel that?* she asked silently. *Yes,* the Moon answered, Her voice unusually quiet. *Do not fret yet. The sky has its own tides.*

I stare at it for a moment before showing Lucien. He reads it and smiles, the real smile, the one that changes his whole face. “All three,” I say. I text back: Bring the one with the best cover first. Three seconds later, Théo sends a photograph. A dark blue notebook embossed with a silver moon. I stare at the image. “The moon,” I say softly. Lucien sees it over my shoulder. “Yes.” “We started under a full moon,” I murmur. “Coronation night. Your headlights on that road.”

one of the elders murmured. She immediately dropped into a respectful curtsy. “My name is Lily.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “It’s an honor to serve Moonridge Pack.” Then she turned to me, and her eyes met mine for the first time. There was something unreadable in them. It disappeared so quickly I wondered if I’d imagined it. She bowed even lower. “Luna, I know this must be difficult for you. I never wanted to cause you pain, I only wish to fulfill my duty.”

IRIS POV I wiped off the book shelf’s with a napkin, there were different books, history, pack welfare and war strategy. So, Ryker was the reading type. That's surprising, for a man who seemed to communicate mostly in threats. Mira was busy dusting off the sofa and cleaning the table spotless. I picked one of the books that caught my interest; Titled the history of the Moon. The paper made crinkly sound as I opened the page. My eyes skimmed the elegant writing about the Moon Goddess and the profound, inescapable nature of the mate bond.

Before long, all the pages that had seemed blank were filled with words that glowed in the moonlight. “Ah, you have discovered one of the secrets,” Nikko said from behind us. The true Luna will see the words when protected by her Alpha, pr in your case, Alphas,” he chuckled. “Ok, so you knew something about the book, it doesn’t mean we trust you,” Arion snapped shooting him a glare. I was mesmerized, the words themselves were beautiful. It was almost as if they held moonlight on their own.

I asked. "I'm Seline." She says. "The Moon Goddess." I whispered and she chuckled. "That's right." She says. "Am I dead?" I asked. "No. You're not dead. And neither is your baby. You are both fine. You just need time to let your body recharge. You will wake up when you are ready to." She says. "I'm ready to wake up now. Tyler must be scared to death." I say. "You can't rush these things. Tyler will understand if you need a couple of days...I knew that I created something special when you were born." She says.

The way I believe in my own hands, which are stronger than they were, which have learned what they can build and what they can hold. Luna is seven months old. She has silver eyes and a loud voice and her father's stubborn jaw and a laugh that Mara says can be heard from across the pack grounds, which Mara says with enormous satisfaction. She has never been afraid of anything that I can tell. She arrived in the world furious and curious and has maintained both qualities consistently. She has two packs who know her name. The forest that borders her home glows silver at night, and the Moon Goddess's light is steady above it.