Lunarian Adalah Novels & Stories

Chris' PoV “Well then, Luna of the Night Moon Pack, why don’t you step forward and show everyone how strong you are?” I taunted causing her to hesitate and flinch when hearing my remark. As she shown no movement, I glanced over at the trainees who were sitting in a dumbstruck state and gave a pitied look, “awww, your little Luna is scared to lose against a weak and small wolf” I insulted whilst glancing over at the trainees.

She looked up and asked in a solemn tone. “Yes, in thirteen days, you’ll celebrate your first Moon Dance in the Pacific Sea.” My father replied. “Then…since I’m now…the Lycan Heir’s Luna, can I handle the preparations?” “Of course! As the Luna of the Lycan Heir, it’s your responsibility to organize Clan events.” I frowned and blurted out. “Caira will also become my Luna in thirteen days. Since the security of the guests is the responsibility of the Lycan Commander’s Luna, you should also grant her permission to take over her duties.”

the woman says, looking at Ro with amusement. "Lady Conwenna, this is my mate, my Luna. Her name is Sienna," he says proudly as the woman stands in front of me. "A pleasure to see you again, little girl," she says and catches us all by surprise. "See me again? Excuse me?" I ask with honest surprise. "Sienna, this is Conwenna, the Shaman of the fallen Council. Perhaps she met you in the days your father was working with us, am I right?" Ro asks, almost demanding an affirmation from her.

she said to herself. She opened the pages of the book slowly. As she read through the introduction, she put on her reading glasses and grabbed a pen and a notebook, ready to jot down anything important. --- Luna, the Great: An In-Depth History of the First of Her Kind --- Chapter 1: Origins and Early Life --- "The legend of Luna, the first werewolf, is shrouded in mystery and awe. Born under a rare lunar eclipse, Luna's life was destined for greatness. Her abilities were unparalleled, and she quickly rose to prominence among her people..."

he started, “it was all her doing.” “Her?” I asked though I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer. He stopped and turned to me, his eyes gleaming. “Lunaria” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “The goddess who begged the Moon Goddess to protect her child who happens to be Alora from me. Her own mother.” The name sent a chill down my spine. Lunaria. I’d heard whispers of her name in legends a goddess who had been cursed after angering the Moon Goddess. Now she wasn’t just a story. She was tied to Alora tied to me.

Way to go, Liv. This is a great start as the official Dark Moon Luna. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

I choked and coughed and he blew more smoke through the bars. “Yeah, keep choking on that nonsense. By the way, our world is called Lunae, and it’s Uncle Ian’s territory. The Moon Goddess’ gift to us as her beloved children. That little patch of land that you wolves have been fighting over and running around on is… well, it’s complicated. Think of it like a backyard or a porch or something.” “You’re lying.” I chocked. Lunae had been in a book I had read, some part of a history class that I barely remembered.

‘The goddess bestows her gift of light to whom she favours…’ I hastily made my way to my former table and spread the scroll wide. The pictures on the parchment were of a female with a crescent of the moon on her head like a halo. It was the art representation of the moon goddess. Lunaria. Her hands were alight with glow and she was surrounded by werewolves who bowed before her. My eyes greedily ate up the words. ‘At the winter of solstice, Goddess Lunaria puts the deeds and nobility of her children on the scale of purity, to see who is fated to be the next child of light.’

The auctioneer declared; his voice filled with pride. Lunaris shared one general characteristics. They lacked colour except in their eyes. Male, female, alpha, beta, and omega, they were beautiful and rare to birth. They were considered blessings from the gods upon mankind to protect and assist mortals. Some believed lunaris to be born with unique gifts like healing, strength, and visions, a few worshiped them, and many coveted them. Although records proved enough lunaris were born with gifts, Lucian believed it to be the church’s propaganda… Nonsense.

The sun was about to set and the yellow lights were turned on in every cottage, making the whole town look beautiful. It was foggy at the peak of the mountain, but I could clearly see the Soare-Luna mountain, which was the tallest mountain in Jivan. Soare-Luna meant Sun-Moon mountains because it was said to be the land of both Sun worshippers – vampires – and Moon worshippers – werewolves. It was said to be the home of God Sol and Goddess Luna. And the Lycan river originated at the top of the mountain. But for some reason, no one had ever made it to the top. I imagined that if it was so beautiful here, it must be exquisite at the top where one would be able to see the entire island of Jiv.