Lunas Revenge Novels & Stories

"Release them, now." Luna turned towards me, her expression twisted with malice and amusement. "Oh, Erin," she purred, her voice laced with chilling indifference. "You always were so predictable. Always so hesitant to destroy in her path. The world did you wrong and despite all that, you're still hesitant to take your revenge. You're a fool to be kind in a world like this!" With a flick of her wrist, Luna sent her corrupted armies charging towards me. They moved with unnatural speed and precision, their movements synchronized in an eerie dance of death. I could tell that they are forced to move by Luna, even if they have broken bones and burned skin.

Luther said. Jason nodded with so much fear in his eyes. Luther grinned at him and shut the door. He turned around and walked to the door of the driver's seat. He opened the door, entered, and started the car. He then reversed and started speeding down the highway as the warriors' cars followed him. ****************** In the living room, Whitney was still unconscious as she lay on the floor. Suddenly, the Moon Goddess appeared standing beside her. The Moon Goddess stretched her right arm toward Whitney and she started to stir.

I hit his hand. "You have a lot to learn. Tell me, though, why do you want to learn fighting skills here? Who are you getting back at?" He asked me. "My mate rejected me as Luna. He… You know what? Never mind. You don't need to know anything. Just assign a trainer to me. The best you have!" I demanded and pulled myself into the training ground, ready for anything. I was feeling hungry, but this was what I wanted. Revenge. And I will do anything to get it!

I could see the gears turning in his mind, as if he was calculating the next move, trying to figure out how he fit into this puzzle of revenge I was laying out. He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly. “So, since you’ve made up your mind about this revenge thing,” he said, his voice calm, but I could sense the weight behind his words. “Do you have a plan to accomplish it, or are we flying blind here?” I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I have a plan… sort of,” I admitted, biting my lip. “Before I was reborn, the Moon Goddess told me a few things. She gave me some guidance, a path to follow.”

He left the party hall, leaving Greta alone with me. “Luna, why are you doing this? I thought we had an agreement not to disclose what happened today?” Greta asked, and she was full of tears when Luna began badmouthing her for being a mistress and for betraying her friend. “Did you think I’m a fool? If I were you, I would do anything to push Alpha Terrence to marry you.” I didn’t answer her question, and I turned my back on her. A smirk plastered on my lips when I entered my room.

I would have almost become a skeleton if it wasn’t for the food I’d hide in my room from late-night runs to the kitchen. Finally, after my second stint in rehab, Grandpa's doctors had given me the clean bill of health. I convinced him to give me some money so I could travel overseas to “help with my recovery.” It worked perfectly—and I was gone, with nothing but a smile on my face, before the anniversary hit. I reread the message on my phone. Maybe it was time. After everything she did to me in my previous life... I think it might finally be time to kick off my little plan of revenge.

I flinched at the sight of two other werewolves who walked out of the audience and stretched forth their hands. “After you—Luna” Thomas voiced, soothingly as I walked slowly and laid down on the rock. My eyes striking the designs of the ceiling and the chandelier which was hung up above. My heart raced as I saw Thom and Marcus bring out the hay and burnt them. All these happened while Jasper continue with his incantation. The smoke from the hay they burnt would go directly to the ceiling in a straight line and the spirit of the Luna would appear, but if it scatters along the line, and nothing appears or maybe an unknown face shows up from the smoke, then I’ll be screwed.

When we met face to face, Sarah and I both froze in shock. She wore a pure white silk robe and brand-new deerskin boots, her hair cascading like a waterfall—clean and silky smooth. I wore a leather cloak that had rotted over twelve years, reeking of mildew and blood. My mane was tangled and matted, intertwined with dried grass and thorns, my skin roughened like tree bark from years of fighting and hard labor. It was as if she were the noble and elegant Luna, while I was merely a lowly, weak Omega.

Where he brought death to their enemies, she brought life to her people. A rogue broke the line, lunging toward her, teeth bared. Nyx’s heart seized, Breathing stopped, movement became slow. But a warrior intercepted, slamming the beast into the ground. “Stay with the Luna!” he barked, his voice ragged with devotion. Luna. Again, the word rang out, this time not whispered, but shouted. Her throat tightened. She hadn’t chosen this, hadn’t asked for it. But in their eyes, she was already it. And she could not, would not, let them down.

Cassian leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, that half-smile sharp enough to infuriate me. Silence fell as I took my place at the head. Elena spoke first. “The Luna’s… episode in the corridor has been witnessed by six guards. Attacking our own people. Uncontrolled power. She is no longer fit to stand as Luna. We demand she be restrained until the Trial—or removed from the position entirely. The packs cannot afford instability when Dominic’s forces are massing at the borders. Not when we are expecting a war. Murmurs of agreement. Vuk added, “My daughter Liora is prepared to step forward. She's Pure blood. A Proven loyalty. No… complications.”