Lunas Revenge Novels & Stories

Luciano, my husband and the greatest Re Alfa of Branco Nottefallo, rose from his seat at the front of the grand Teatro Aurelio and walked toward the stage. He had short, dark curls and strikingly handsome features. Even with his perpetually cold expression, he remained the most admired man in the entire branco. I softly pressed a hand to my chest. I used to believe he had forgotten how much that necklace meant to me… Because I was his neglected, stay-at-home Luna. I am Luciano’s second-chance mate, his Luna… A Luna with the past of an orphan. “Look at what she’s wearing tonight… She doesn’t even deserve that necklace.”

I might die tonight, but I won't be their prey. They cursed, retreating. “You psycho bitch!” “Luna or not, this slut is just not worth it!” They ran like the cowards they were, and I finally collapsed again, letting myself breathe. My vision was getting darker as my heart beat slower and slower. Maybe this was it. Maybe the end had finally come. But I wasn’t ready to meet the Moon Goddess just yet. I wanted my revenge… I wanted to watch Emilia and Liam burn for what they did.

All chose her. Valen felt it too. His smile dropped. “You’re not just a queen,” he said slowly. “You’re a revolution.” “Yes,” Luna said. “And revolutions don’t kneel.” She slammed her palm into his chest. Silver light exploded. The explosion threw everyone backward. When the light cleared, Valen was on one knee. Not hurt. Not really. But his crown of bones had a crack down the center. And Luna… Luna stood untouched. Silver light still pouring from her palm.

But as soon as her father died, the essence of their marriage started to drift away. Not to deny that the Kingdom of Edington became more powerful and prominent because of Ritchelle. "No, you can't do this to me!" Ritchelle screamed at the top of her lungs as grief and rage were embedded on her beautiful face. She is a woman of words. A Queen Luna who inherited the intelligent mind of her father and the astounding beauty of her mother. Her eyes are the color of the grains of sand being penetrated by sunlight, and her skin is as soft as a cloud. Her hair is as black as the dark night but sparkles like the stars.

She smiled coldly and thought about her dreams, "Looks like I have to be the dominant Luna from now on. I have to be the fearless Luna that you want me to be, Dylan. You want me to be the unloved Luna who will never expect anything from you, right? Fine then. I will be the one." "Mom, I promised you in my dreams that I will take revenge. But I am promising you now, I, Luna Alice, will take the revenge of the River moon pack. I will kill all of them who killed you all and demolished our pack."

“Shut up, I am not finished yet. Then when the Bitch showed up I only needed to plant doubt in your mind and you willingly wore my talisman. The watch, if you were wondering. It caused your feelings to be amplified. I just had to make you doubt her and feel angry with betrayal. It was so easy. Then it went even better than the plan you mated, marked and made me your Luna in front of her. The brokenness I felt radiating her was almost enough to quench my thirst for revenge. Almost but you let the bitch go and I couldn’t act until you passed out. Then as Luna I could invite my people over and we could take over and take over is what we did.” A growl emerges through the shock and I stand rushi

she shouted, her voice filled with defiance. The assassin chuckled, his voice dripping with malevolence. "You underestimate the power of the Veiled Serpents. We will see your flames extinguished." Rey and Luna fought back to back, their synergy undeniable. Rey conjured gusts of wind, deflecting incoming projectiles, while Luna utilized her agility to strike at their opponents' vulnerabilities. They exchanged quick glances, communicating through unspoken understanding. Luna's voice rang out, fierce and unwavering. "You're wrong. Our flames burn brighter

Ophelia blurted out. Confused, Elisa answered, “But I am a northern luna, too. We are equals.” “What?” Cecilia and Ophelia blurted out in surprise. “There can only be one luna — the one who has the mark of the alpha. You are not a northern luna,” Cecilia told her as calmly as possible. “But I am Aamon’s mate, and that makes me a northern luna,” Elisa protested. “I only came here to the north to be one.”

“Every breath he takes will be a reminder of the pain he caused you, Luna. I will make sure he suffers for what he did.” Luna stared at me as she put her hand on my cheek, her expression a mix of gratitude and concern. “Andrew, do whatever you like; I will not stop, but don’t let the revenge and anger consume you. Remember who you are and what you stand for,” she whispered softly, her eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight in the dim room. With a nod, I took a deep breath and promised her, “I won’t lose myself in this darkness, Luna. I’ll make him pay, but I won’t let it destroy me. I have you to remind me of the light in my life.” Luna smiled, her eyes shining with tears of relief as sh

Elias roared as he knew she would be asking another question if he did not put an end to this conversation. "I'm the Luna and you have to obey me or you'll be punished for disobedience, you think I'm weak because I'm a woman. I'm the Luna of this pack so accord me with respect, I deserve it" Reyna roars as Elias cackles; "You want to punish me?"