Luz Mom Novels & Stories

“No trouble.” But she was already out the door. The heavy beat of the dance club music filled the parking area, vibrating the ground. Except for the soft glow of street lights, the businesses on either side of the street were dark and closed for the night, making the area the perfect place fora lupus garou to stalk its prey. The temperature had dropped several degrees, but it was the worry about Caleb fighting Ragnar that turned her blood to ice. Before she reached the club entrance, movement to the east caught her eye. She whipped around.

He asked making sure I heard him as I walked away Luna's POV I learnt an important lesson at a very early stage in my life, life is fucked up Yeah, life is so fucked up Life has fucked me up so many times, so many times that I've lost counts now I stared at my Mom noticing how pale she had become A once vibrant woman now reduced to a living corpse "Please come back to life for me Mom, please" I couldn't cry anymore, seems like my tear duct has finally dried up Mom had an accident and she's being in a vegetative state for 6 months now

“He and mom meet at a Potterworld event.” Zane and I look at each other and then breath Luna in deeply. “WOW, Dude,” I say, not believing he didn’t notice. I mean, she is not a pack member, but not a rogue either, since her mother is clearly a human. “Hey, I wasn’t sniffing her for that,” Zane defends himself. “Sniffing me?” Luna narrows her eyes at him. “What does your Mom tell you about your Dad?” I ask. Luna continues to stuff her face and shrugs.

The pool had lights inside and was illuminating Liz's face in a way that made her look even more beautiful if that was possible. "I love the moon, it is just so bright and non-judgmental, she's seen me at my worst but it still lets me know she's there" Liz started cutting the grass around her with her hands. "You know you could've called me when you were in pain in LA, right? I would have answered the phone no matter what"

I just roll my eyes. “You must be Lindsey. My goodness look at you! You’re a vision! No wonder my son is infatuated with you,” Mom winks .”I’m Luna Maci. I’m so glad to meet you!” She welcomes Lindsey with a hug. I should have warned her that Mom is a hugger. “Thank you. This place is beautiful. We’re really grateful that you welcomed us like this.” Lindsey gives a shy smile. Then comes that blush I love to see.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

And he is basically the strongest in the Pack. I moved out of my room and motioned towards the dining section of our enormous Pack House. I was welcomed by the smell of cinnamon toast in the air. "Good morning mom." I hugged my mom and she placed a kiss on my hair. "How was your night?" she asked. "Fine mom," I said with a bright smile. My mom's name is Elizabeth Lance, the main woman of the house. She is the Luna of Moonlight Pack. "Good morning family!" I greeted everyone seated at the long table cheerfully.

Logan POV I had to control my anger. I had to hold back, or I would kill him. I ran into my mom as we were leaving the packhouse. “Andrew mind-linked me.” she said, rushing toward me. She pulled me into a hug, and I took a deep breath. “It will be okay, Logan.” she said as she kissed my temple. “He won’t take her from you.” I tightened my jaw and let my mom go. “Take care of her, okay?” I mumbled. “I will be back soon.”

There he was, shirtless, confident, and radiating that raw, dangerous energy that made my knees feel weak. “Morning, sweetie,” Mom said cheerfully, not even looking up from her phone. She sounded so blissfully unaware, still glowing from everything he’d done to her last night. “Morning,” I mumbled, trying desperately to sound normal. My voice came out quieter than I wanted, almost shaky. I forced myself to walk toward the fridge, hyper-aware of every single step I took. I could feel Marcus’s eyes on me the moment I entered the room, that same dark, hungry stare from last night. It burned into my skin, tracing over my barely-covered body like he was undressing me right there in front of my mo