Lunatics Novels & Stories

“That’s not funny, Lara.” She tried to stifle her laugh. “I know, I know. But seriously, what did you do?” I didn’t answer right away. I looked at the window instead, the sunlight sneaking through the blinds. “I didn’t do anything. It just happened. She called me names, said things she shouldn’t have said, and then… something in me snapped. The power took over before I could stop it.” Lara’s smile slowly faded. “Nora, you scared everyone. Even the guards were talking about how the air changed. They said it felt like two energies fighting.”

His voice was as soft as a breeze, a reminder that this moment was lost in the past, a fragment of what was. “They were psychics, Lunette and Solana. This was before there was a word for such a thing. She didn’t speak of it often, but they came from a time where demons walked the earth, dark creatures that hungered for flesh and life.” The sisters pushed the wooden gates open, their hinges squealing as if to warn them to turn back. As if to warn them that this plan will only end in death. They each grabbed a torch, the light clinging to them as they ran to the barrels on either side of the fence. With a strength I didn’t know they possessed, they tipped them over and sent the dark liquid spi

luna begins to hyperventilate because the memories are flooding back *Flash back* Cara types furiously on her phone, she hit sends on her gram story! Luna opens her phone to check her messages and she received 15 text messages some said " FUCKING WHORE" SHE SO UGLY SHE HAS TO FUCK A MAN TO GET TO THE TOP"as she reads the messages she sees "Carmen is typing" Luna texts Luz "Luz help me someone started a rumor did you it? Carmen is typing she saw it I am crying help me"

These festivals became cosmic galas, filled with art, music, and multidimensional performances that showcased the diverse expressions of authenticity across galaxies. The Luna Foundation for Authenticity expanded its reach to cosmic proportions, serving as a hub for knowledge exchange, collaboration, and support for beings seeking their authentic paths. Advanced technologies allowed individuals to tap into the collective wisdom of the cosmos, accessing the holographic archives that contained Luna's teachings and the experiences of countless other authentic beings.

Hrolf questioned her. "A Lycan is the one who does that, if you read the methodology of the Uranus you will see what a Lycan is, I have read about it before, a Lycan can control his transformation and has unbelievable power, they are rare and they can be seen just once in a century," she explained. Hrolf was amazed by what he had just heard from Ashina, he had never seen this part of her before and he was surprised. "Where did you get that from?" He asked her.

" declared Maska with a big eye. "...Number four: clowns. I see one, and I promise you that I immediately start to get anxious..." Magnus nodded and leaned over to grab his coffee cup while his Luna detailed the various forms of morons. No sooner had he taken a sip than he spat it out as he heard the end of Bianca's list. "...And, finally, sodomy." Bianca had hiccupped in surprise, then burst out laughing at Black's shocked look. "What the fuck, Love?" he said, wiping his lips with a backhand.

She's a real Lunatic, the kiss was shocking to him. "Are you alright?"Adrian asked. "I'm not fine, it's Irma's friend, she's a lunatic, just because I called her a lunatic, she kissed me"Noir groaned and wiped his lips again. Adrian chuckled, though he hasn't met Luna yet,so he's not judging. "You should meet that Lunatic, she's so annoying and sluggish, she doesn't know how to drive faster,gosh... she kissed my virgin lips,so irritating"Noir kept on murmuring.

No tether to the world of the living ripped me back up. I just fell and fell and… fell. There was no bottom. No jagged rocks. No watery surface to break. Just a cold mist of screaming and crying and writhing. Icy hands pulled at me. Voices shouted. Men laughed. Women pointed. They said the most awful things. They said that I would never be a real Luna. That Alexander would never choose someone like me. That I was better off dead. That I should have died the first time, when I initially became sick.

Bruce snapped, voice slicing the air. "You're the shameless one—stealing my Luna!" He actually pulled out a crumpled photo from our mating ceremony, holding it up like proof in court. "Look! She's mine. My mate!" The crowd buzzed. Whispers flew like wildfire. They'd heard stories about Bruce, but now all eyes were on me—confused, searching. I stared at the photo. Nothing. No flicker of recognition. Wolvent's smile turned lethal. "Your Luna? Did you even mark her?"

"They were called the Lunari—beings neither fully Lycan nor fully human. Something… more." The word sent a shiver down her spine. Lunari. It felt right in a way she couldn’t explain. Aedric studied her carefully. "But those stories are just myths. No one has seen a Lunari in centuries—if they ever existed at all." Lillian clenched her fists. "Then why do I feel like I am one?" Aedric exhaled, rubbing his temples. "That’s what we need to find out. And quickly." A long silence stretched between them. The fire crackled softly, but the weight of their conversation made the room feel colder.