Lunatics Novels & Stories

From my vantage point, the Luna Association urgency was palpable. An emergency meeting of the Lunas had been summoned, gathering us from far and wide. As Luna, my responsibilities extended beyond the confines of our pack, transcending borders and alliances. This call was different; it wasn't about territorial disputes or diplomatic entanglements. It was about the autistic children.

After Lucy knocked on the glass, Luna blankly looked up and saw Lucy. With a menacing look on her face, Luna lunged toward her. The only thing stopping Luna from getting to her was the glass partition. Startled, Lucy stepped back in fear. When she saw the grotesque expression on Luna’s face, she started doubting her own memories. Was Luna really mentally ill? Why did she look like that? In the ward, Luna yelled at Lucy in a fit of rage, “You bitch! How dare you do this to me? Not only did you bankrupt my company, but you also ruined Tim’s company. Tim… That motherfucker…”

My voice trembled. "There were nights I cried myself to sleep wondering what I had done to deserve being hated by the people who were supposed to love me most, I believed every cruel word, I really believed I was nothing." " I took a slow breath. "But you were wrong." I turned slightly, looking at Oliver before smiling through my tears. "The Moon Goddess had already written a different future for me." I looked back at them. "The same girl you called worthless is standing here today beside the kindest, most powerful Alpha this pack has ever known, as his Luna, I am no longer the worthless Lilith, I am Luna Lilith."

the head judge asked, frowning from the bench. "I mean, Your Honors," Marcus said, taking two slow steps toward the center aisle, "that we cannot rely on the testimony of someone whose mind is completely unstable. The Luna is crazy. She is mentally incapacitated! She is not okay in her head. So we cannot trust somebody like that with serious matters happening in this pack!" Gasps echoed through the high court. "What is he saying?!" a woman in the front row whispered loudly. "The Luna is mad?!" I smiled. This is it. This is how you turn narratives.

Everything had to. At the pack house, chaos greeted them. Wolves running. Shouting. Panic in the air. "What happened?" Thorne demanded—immediately Alpha mode. Kieran appeared. "It's the freed Lunas. The ones from the facilities. Three of them collapsed. Simultaneously. Something's wrong with them. The doctor doesn't know what. They're just—fading." Aria's blood went cold. "Take me to them. Now." They ran to medical. Three Lunas in beds. Unconscious. Skin pale. Breathing shallow. Dying.

She planted her program against her hip like a prop in a courtroom she imagined herself presiding over, though her hand shook slightly from the force of her own irritation. My pulse picked up. Public scenes at high-ranking gatherings were dangerous in subtle ways—no violence, no scandal, just the far quieter threat of social memory. Every Luna in the hall would recall each detail and store it like ammunition for later conversations. I felt all of that awareness pressing against me as Violet stood in front of us, working herself into a higher pitch, her frustration growing as quickly as the silence forming around our circle. I could already sense the momentum of the moment, the way the room l

Olivia smacks her hand against the table. “Nonsense! You want to enthrone your bitch of suspicious origins as our Luna? Impossible! This weak ugly mutt, a pathetic, stupid excuse for a wolf. Shifting is an impossible task, a walking board exhibiting the empire's shame and disgrace. This thing here is not qualified to be Luna in a small pack, talk more of queen over the entire werewolves. Does she deserve it? She doesn't deserve a single cent of anything in this empire. I won't…”

Let us just say that the five did not let fuckery slide and would sooner remove toxic leadership than give them any leeway. “We know it’s late and do apologize for that, but it really couldn’t wait. There have been a few new reports of gifted Lunas going missing. Three of them to be precise. Their gifts are all classed as potentially destructive if misused. One can zap the oxygen out of anywhere. One can astral project but can easily manifest a secondary physical body wherever their spirit goes. The other one can marionette up to seven different targets at once,” Gerald explained.

"Yes, I could smell you had a wolf, but it was faint. At first, I thought you were trying to mask it. Which confused me. But when you started asking around about Sam, it all clicked into place. We've been searching for the Lupus Luna for that last four years. We knew it was coming close and that she would need help. Our pack thought it was your sister Sam. Turns out when they caught the slight whiff of you, they mistook her for the scent. It wasn't until I arrived back that I could smell she was in contact with the Lupus Luna. But she wasn't it. When I asked her who she had recently been around she said her sister, Maggie, you, and her manager. So, we set out looking for you and the manager.

She’s trying to kill or at least give me a heart attack. Seriously, what person in their right mind gets in the way of a pissed-off Luna? Especially when said Luna isn’t any ordinary Luna. Even here in Bloodmoon, we know that Luna Crista and her mate Alpha Alec are no ordinary Luna and Alpha couple. They have TWO wolf spirits, and the secondary wolf spirits are ancient ones, like we are talking back to the beginning of our kind ancient.