Lunas Sa Dengue Fever Novels & Stories

Stupid werewolf hearing. "But you are the future Luna," she says, pointing at me with a wink. I roll my eyes. "Yes, but not yet." Xavion explained it to me once. Even though his parents are gone, making him the Alpha, I’m not officially the Luna until we’re married. There’s a ceremony, he said; a crowning, a formal welcome into the pack. Most Lunas come from other packs, so it’s a big deal. But I’m human.

He asked me, and I rolled my eyes before walking ahead. Why do I not act like normal Lunas? Well, maybe because I wasn't normal. I was Kathleen Woods, a Luna who was cheated of her parents' love by the moon goddess and the rogues. The Luna, who was betrayed on the night of her wedding by her husband. The Luna, who doesn't even know who she is and can't just sit there and act like nothing is wrong with her life. I thought before rolling my eyes at him.

The lantern light danced along the blade. “It’s ancient,” he said. “Hundreds of years old. One of my family’s ceremonial tools. We use it to bind new members into the Blue Moon Pack.” Lydia’s heart began to pound. “You want me to… join the pack?” He nodded and placed the knife flat on the desk. “Yes. Temporarily—until we figure out what’s wrong with your scent and your wolf. You’re considered Luna… and my mate. If we can’t even mind link each other or connect with the pack, they’ll get suspicious. And that could cost us. Don’t forget—some of us are Lycans. The rest are wolves. But Lycans can sniff things out quickly.”

“North.” Lena blinked. “That’s human territory.” “Exactly,” Selene murmured. “If she’s been hiding in plain sight, she’ll be there.” Caius moved closer, his voice hoarse. “Selene, you need to rest. You’ve bled almost half of your strength out.” She met his gaze, her expression softening for a moment. “I can’t. Not while she’s out there.” Lydia tugged her sleeve gently. “Mummy… I feel weird.”

That night Matt didn't return to his house, he was still with Kate in the hospital until morning, he hugged her body tightly when the sun entered their room. Matt opened his eyes and Kate's face was right in front of him, so beautiful. What Kate said last night was true, he shouldn't be there, he should have gone back to his house, making out with the Omega. But leaving Kate alone worries him. His connection with Kate is getting stronger while his connection with his Luna is getting weaker.

The silence that followed Liam’s declaration was as heavy and cold as a shroud. Damon’s accusation hung in the air, a stench of betrayal that clung to everything. For a heartbeat, no one moved. The council members stared, their faces a canvas of horrified revelation. They saw it now: not just a traitorous Luna, but a conspiracy at the very heart of their leadership. The perfect Beta and the grieving Luna, working in tandem to dismantle their world.

Stripped of her only physical support, Luna slides down the rough brick, collapsing onto the freezing pavement like a broken ragdoll. "Luna?" Nathan drops to his knees, gripping her shoulders to pull her up, only to realize her skin is burning with an unnatural high fever. "I'm so hot...it burns," Luna whimpers, her voice reduced to a hoarse rasp. "I am taking you to the hospital," Nathan declares, scooping her trembling body into his arms. "Nathan...I'm so hot. Please, help me," Luna sobs uncontrollably, her restless, feverish lips pressing sloppy, desperate kisses against his exposed neck and collarbone as he carries her to his waiting Bentley.

She asked and I bowed my head, my body trembling slightly as I tried to ignore her remarks. “I’m talking to you hippopotamus, don’t ignore me! Understand?” She snarled as she grabbed my hair tightly and I nodded, letting out inaudible cries of pain. “Lauren, how about you get something for our dear friend here? What should we call her? Hippo fits perfectly. Please get something nice for hippo” She pleaded nicely and I bit back tears that were already forming in my eyes. “Oops, my hands are really slippery…” Anita apologized as she pushed my tray to the ground. I was in great pain as I watched her step on the food. I hadn’t even had up to half of it and they were taunting me already.

“Her reαctions αre αbnormαl. Moonlight exposure is worsening her condition.” “Worsening how?” I snαpped‚ stepping closer. “I don’t understαnd.” He hesitαted. “Burning sensαtions. Skin ulcerαtion during full moons. Extreme sensitivity to lunαr energy. This isn’t α common illness.” I felt my chest tighten. “So whαt αre you sαying?” “I’m sαying‚” he replied quietly‚ “thαt your dαughter hαs Lunαr Eclipse Sickness.”

The doctor entered the room after what felt like an eternity. His expression was calm, composed, but something underneath made my stomach twist tighter. Draven and I turned to him at the same time, our grips on each other tightening like we were bracing for impact. “Alpha Draven. Luna Liora,” the doctor greeted softly, eyes shifting toward the crib where our son lay surrounded by wires and cold machines. “We’ve run the necessary tests. Your son has dengue.”