Lunas Revenge Novels & Stories

“I don’t know. I am not afraid of becoming her anymore, that’s no longer it. Like you said, I am who I am, and I can’t be anyone else. I don’t want to be anyone else. And that’s precisely why I don’t feel like doing the revenge anymore. Moira is the type of person who does the kind of petty stuff she did at the party last night, I’m not. I’ll just leave the pettiness to her.” “So what about your original mega revenge plan then?” Rita asked. “Are you going to let that go too?” Luna shook her head. “Oh no, that’s still on. That is definitely me. I am not getting back at her and Justin for some petty reason, I am getting back at them for a really terrible time in my life that they put me throug

FLASHBACK — HELL, MINUTES BEFORE The battle reached a fever pitch as Luna, her eyes blazing with fury, unleashed a spear of moonlight that pierced through the chaos, aimed straight at Allistair. The missile hissing through the air made its way, its ethereal light a stark contrast to the darkness of Hell. Allistair, no longer constrained by the Seraphim sigils, absorbed the attack with ease. His Chaos surged, transmuting the celestial energy into something far more potent. With a flick of his wrist, he returned the assault a thousand times stronger, sending a wave of raw, unbridled power crashing back toward Luna.

My parents, the pack that I had loved, lost, and betrayed by, that innocent girl who had said yes in some other reality, only to be betrayed and burned down to ashes. However, this time around, I smiled and took the ring with the vow to kill every traitor and reason for mine and my parents' deaths. "Yes," I said. "Yes...yes...yes, I will marry you. I will be your Luna, your forever." Placing the ring on my finger, he drew me again into his arms. We forced our bodies against each other in an imitation of sex. All the pack howled in glee around us. Kimberly appeared, squealing, and threw her arms about me, as though we had been bound together by friendship rather than bloodshed.

He anwsers, honestly. "A Luna doesn't seek personal revenge." I tell him and a very dipolmatic way. "A Luna is an example for her pack and is a picture of grace and beauty." I feel Logan smile at my anwser, for he knows all to well what actually want. "With all due respect," Tristian began. "A Luna also seeks revenge for her pack, and Alpha seeks revenge for his pack. The Moonfall pack is in terrible danger. He is in the process of destroying the pack. My pack. Please let me help." He pleaded with me.

“Adrian’s mirroring the servers. He can’t destroy this. It’s already out.” The studio trembled slightly as Vega lunged for the console, slamming his hands down, the glass screens vibrating with the force. “This isn’t fair! You can’t...” Luna stepped forward, calm and deliberate. “It’s not about fair, Daniel. It’s about truth.” He turned toward her, eyes wild. “You think you’ve won! You think the world will side with you after everything I built?!” “You built control,” Luna said evenly. “Not respect. Not admiration. And certainly not loyalty. This ends with truth, not revenge.”

Selene dropped her bag on the floor and fell onto the plump bed. It was soft and comfortable, unlike the makeshift bed she had lain on for weeks in the cave. Well, it was the best Lance could offer. But now everything has changed. She's now the Luna of Ridgewood. An esteemed position that will give her the power to take out her revenge. Her face contorted in anger. She would begin by making life miserable for Rylan. A cold smile slashed across her face. She sat up on the bed and then got up. Then began to take off her armour suit. She dropped her sword on the side table.

He reached for her throat, but her power flared again, this time untamed, born of rage and pain. She exploded into her Lunar form—silver skin, glowing hair, a goddess of wrath and vengeance. She blasted Lucien with a beam of moonlight that sent him hurtling into the rubble. But he stood up laughing. "You’ve grown strong, Luna. But you’re still mortal. You still bleed." Selene snarled. "And you’ll still die. Again." Lucien launched himself at her, their powers colliding in a blinding surge. The earth split beneath them.

asked Leon as he roughly released Venus' chin. "So you're ready to see your daughter-" "No," Venus replied, cutting Leon off. "Don't hurt Aurel." "Then why do you seem unwilling to be with me? Do you think I'm disgusting?" Leon's eyes looked at Venus sharply. Venus shook her head. "Then what!" Leon snapped because he didn't immediately get an answer from Venus. "I'm a luna," Venus replied in a high tone of voice. "I am a luna, I have Aurel, and I have a great responsibility to the Ringblood pack when I get the title of a Luna. I-"

Claws gleamed on some hands. The lead warrior stepped forward. He was tall and strong. “Lucas! You were captured. Now you walk with the enemy? And her?” He pointed at Scarlett. “She stole our supplies. She attacked us.” Lucas let go of Scarlett’s hand but stayed close. “Listen to me. Scarlett is not the enemy. She is the true Luna. Her blood can heal this pack and make us stronger.” Whispers moved among them. A few wore stunned expressions. Head shakes followed, quiet but clear.

When she finished, she set down the tablet and looked out at the city. "You didn't destroy her," Dante observed quietly. "No." Luna's voice was soft. "I gave her the chance to become someone worthy of her own regret." Eleven down. Not erased. Not destroyed. Repositioned. Sometimes revenge isn't about breaking people. It's about forcing them to face who they were—and giving them the opportunity to decide who they become next. That night, in the quiet of their quarters, Luna stood at the window and watched the city lights. Dante came up behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.