Luto Moonlit Fantasy Novels & Stories

Lena asked, flustered. “You. . .” he pointed tauntingly at her. “Worried about me?” His annoying laugh continued. “Of course I am, Jude. You're my mate,” she sneered. “And I'm yours too, whether you like it or not.” “Alright Lena, calm down. Because Selene directed me to you doesn't automatically mean I'm your damn mate.” Lena's eyes widened. “Yes. Yes, it does. That's literally what it means. That's exactly what happens when you're directed by the moon goddess to a female werewolf.”

My dreams that night were sweat-filled nightmares filled with wolves and the bastard vampire that attacked me. He repeatedly shoved me against the wall and taunted me. He laughed more the more I bled. The wolves circled, growled, and attacked at random. Derek loomed over me, earnestly telling me things that screamed at me. I had died. I used to be a werewolf. I used to be a vampire. I'd never be able to return. All of my friends and family are no longer with me. Throughout it all, I was engulfed in a vortex of agony that enveloped me.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

There was nothing I could really do now but sit and sigh repeatedly. Alice didn't want to talk to me, so I could only remain silent and chose to sleep instead. Time went by so fast, by the time I woke up it was already dark. It's a full moon night. I rubbed my eyes and heard howling in the distance. It looks like rogue wolves. I stood up as I realized my surroundings were very dark. The candle that accompanied me yesterday is now gone. Just as I was about to take a step, I was startled by the arrival of another werewolf at the door of the hut. I could tell it was rogue wolves who were starving. Werewolves have keen senses and can use them well, even at night.

And if the Ruins of the First Moon held the answers she needed… Then she would face whatever waited for her in the shadows. ---------------------------------------------- The wind stirred through the Bloodwood, carrying with it the distant howls of unseen creatures. Lillian stood firm, staring at the mysterious silver-eyed woman who had just changed the course of her future. “The Ruins of the First Moon,” she repeated, tasting the words on her tongue. They felt both foreign and familiar, like a half-forgotten melody. “Where are they?” The woman tilted her head, as if deciding how much to reveal. “Far beyond the borders of the Lycan Kingdom. Hidden where the veil between worlds is thinnest.”

His joy knew no bounds, this was how it was always meant to be. The slave felt like he was floating for the rest of the day as he went about his duties. It all felt like a dream, he knew exactly what was going to happen. HE WAS GOING TO DIE. There was no other way around it. he had hoped the Alpha would change his mind but alas he seemed overjoyed at the order. He was absentmindedly cleaning the Alpha's inner quarters when she walked in- Luna Caitlyn, the Luna to the pack, mother of the pack and wife to the Alpha.

“But you’re too beautiful to waste.” I slapped him. Then I kissed him back. Because I needed his darkness more than his loyalty. Lira’s coronation was drowned in moonlight and blood. The traitor packs howled her name. She wore a crown of bone and frost. “Let them see their ruin,” she told her mirror. Then she laughed. Because it was my face reflected in the glass. The old wolves met in silence. Alpha ghosts, buried kings, forgotten Lunars. They demanded tribute from me. I gave them nothing, only blood. The pact sealed in my veins. The eclipse lives in you now, Seris said. With it… comes war.

“You need to breathe.” “I—I can’t—” Silver light burst from my palms. The torches blew out. The walls trembled. Then i was falling, not down but inward. I stood in a forest made of bone and ash. Above me, the moon was bleeding. A voice echoed from the trees not Logan’s. Not Silas’s but hers. The First Luna. You seek to bind fate, she whispered. But fate is already watching. I turned in the dreamscape, my pulse wild, breath shallow.

Where ones that once loved then collided The end of days is now nigh Unless the Unity that once thrived is brought back to life Ruled under the moon, all are bound But fractured by the one who is crowned Weakness hides power Lost at the eleventh hour Hidden by shadows where secrets abound She is not the one who must be found The pen and the sword must work as one To Unite what everyone thought was gone A dead bond the moon tried to reUnite They will once again fail to recognize But the story of the lycan and the runt will not end As there are more than bonds that must mend In denying the gifts of the moon time and time again They show us all we do not always need its guidance In devising the

My wrist mark burned—resisting—then cooled a fraction as the stone tightened. The crack narrowed to a hairline. But before it shut, the dark on the other side flickered once more—like a final spiteful peek. And I saw it. Not my mother this time. A shadow standing behind her, tall and robed, face hidden, holding a moon-silver blade like it was about to cut her loose… or cut her open. The shadow lifted its head. No features. No eyes. And yet I felt it smiling. The seam snapped shut.