Lunar Sams Fanart Novels & Stories

Sam smiles, wipes his lips, and lies beside me. "Tela... tomorrow I'll show you something... something important." "All right," I whisper, laying my head on his arm and my hand on his chest. "The blood moon affects you if... if you're a... last night was the fifth blood moon of the fifth month." "The what of what?" "My tattoo... it's not a tattoo... it's a mark of-" "Oh, come on, Sam... finish a sentence. I don't understand anything you're saying." "I'm going to show you... I need to give you something."

But someone had to show up at the wedding so that’s why I was here now. He approached me and took one of my hands. OK here it comes, I am about to be a Luna. Everyone looked excited, especially our parents, together they’ll become an invincible pack. Except for Curtis, he had no facial expression, just like a stone, looking at me deadly in the eyes. He stared at me for like a whole century and then shook off my hand. “I reject you as my mate.” Then he ran and disappeared. Are you fucking kidding me? Seemed like everyone here had the habit of running away. Ugh, Am I the only one who knows what responsibility means?

Liam said cheerfully. Liam pulled out a gold card from his wallet, brandishing it in front of Maxine exactly. With an asymmetrical smile, Liam said: 'I'd love to hear about all this. So, I think... She wouldn't mind if this card we used just to buy two ice cream."

Aron is perfect in timing, he was about to lose his freaking mind thinking. His good friend was also in his bedroom now. Zayn recognized his wallpaper of space and astronauts and stuff that involved the solar system and the universe. Aron had a huge interest in anything that is, directly or indirectly associated with astronomy. “Hey. How are you guys?” “Whoa, you look like hell.” “Hell is an understatement. You should come visit one day.” “In the Black estate? Duuude! Anytime.”

“This is the office of Alpha Sam of BloodMoon pack. How may we be of help?” I straightened in my chair, my grip tightening around the phone. The voice was light and friendly. “This is Luna Elodie of the Fangborn Pack. I need to speak with Alpha Sam. It’s urgent,” I said, keeping my tone cool but firm. There was a brief pause. Then, the voice responded, “Alpha Sam is currently unavailable.” Unsurprising of course. Sam was never an easy target, he never made this easy. Some people never change. I left out a soft chuckle, leaning back in my chair. “Tell him it’s me. When he hears that, he’ll want to talk.”

As he grabbed my wrist to pull me along, I ripped it out of his hand. "NO!" I shouted weakly. He shook his head in annoyance. Once again he grabbed my arm this time and pulled my small frame along his rather large one. As we got near the door I started to pull against his strong grip. I must have pushed my luck to far because the next thing I knew my back hit the stone hard enough to knock the wind out of me. I felt his body press against mine. The sparks shot through my skin when he touched me. "Listen to me very carefully." He seethed, his mouth was near my ear and a whispered growl. I felt my wolf and myself whimper as he used a hint of his Alpha tone. I wouldn't be immune to it until my

I tried to convince my mates and tried to give a signal to Sergei, as I need to make more points. Sergei jump on it pretty quickly. “Right, I have the newest information about Luna Ivy, So far, she already has ten new Alphas as her mates, there’s a lot of land to cover.” “F*ck, she was fast.” Aaron was nervous, he kept glancing at Zephyr from behind me. Zephyr took a long sigh. “I know about these numbers, and there’s nothing we can do. You’re right, Sergei, we need to have this agreement. However, I will need more proof about the Luminar and the Queen before we can continue this partnership.”

Amy sighed again, but she walked to the bathroom to put the dress on. I sat on her bed and took a deep breath. Everything would be okay. The rogue issue at Drake’s pack probably wasn’t about me. It’s been four years since Samuel took me. I was a lot stronger than I was when Samuel took me. No one could hurt me again. No one could take me away from my mate again. No one could hurt my family and my pack. I wouldn’t let them. A mind-link from one of our warriors interrupted my thoughts. Luna? He called me with a hint of worry in his voice.

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.

The air was crisp yet warm, thick with woodsmoke, leather, sweat, and the primal musk of wolves, now softened by victory’s joy, Zane’s curse a shattered dream, the pack’s scars a constellation of their strength. Samantha Lykos stood at the clearing’s heart, her crescent-tipped staff resting against a bench, its oak gleaming, silver tip catching moonlight in soft pulses, a silent testament to her fire. Her auburn hair cascaded free, waves glowing like embers under the moon, framing green eyes that sparkled with love but held echoes of trials—Zane’s blood, the Fang’s hunger, her pack’s courage carved eternal. Her leather vest was polished, scar on her arm a ghostly line, crescent moon tattoo p