My Miracle Luna Novels & Stories

My eyes couldn't lie, when tears of happiness flowed down my cheeks at that time, I kept rubbing my stomach as if I didn't expect that my dream of becoming a Luna would now actually come true. “You have to tell him now,” the Doctor said. "Yes, he is on his way here to pick me up, this is the best news I have ever heard, I can't wait to see him find out about this pregnancy, he will be very happy," I said and immediately left the room. I took my phone out of my bag and immediately called Hunter, a happy smile spread across my face as I walked down the hall. But many times I tried to contact Hunter, he didn't answer my phone.

Carter followed the movements with widened eyes. “What did you take me for, Old man? A little girl with no power? For your kind information, I am Viviana Miracle, The Luna of this pack. I rule. You obey. That’s the script.” I roared. My eyes changed color from green to blue. Miracle was ready to take over. “Not yet, Miracle.” I stopped her. She obliged.

FLASH BACK ENDS "I guess I was only worried for nothing. How can I assume Sal to be the one? Even if they share a slight resemblance, Sal is a man. Perhaps it's just coincidence. Although it's shocking I couldn't find anything on Sal, but that shouldn't bother me anymore. Dark will get a chosen mate and everything will be over." Lady Havana thought for a while. "Dark's curse will finally be broken, it's been tough keeping this to myself and watching Dark suffer in pain. Luna Adeline, your wish will finally come through." She breathed in with a wide smile, her head raised high as she walked through the secret door.

She would have fetched a high price for our Uncle. “It saddens me to think what has happened to her parents.” Lugh says to Orla who nods her head at him. “I don’t understand why I’m being spellbound. I don’t know magic, I wouldn’t hurt anyone.” I still didn’t get it. I’m not special. I’m not even strong enough to be a Luna. Brett must have felt my emotions through the bond as he kissed me gently on the lips and whispered. “You are special to me.”

It simply pooled and gathered, waiting for someone else to command it forward. A soft knock startled me upright. Before I could answer, the door opened again - but this time, it wasn’t Mistress Orion, nor either of the attendants. A young woman slipped inside, no older than twenty-five, dressed in the plain blue uniform I’d seen downstairs. Not Athena-blue, but servant-blue. Her hair was tied back in a messy braid, dark curls escaping around her temples. She carried a folded bundle of fabric in her arms. Her eyes flicked to the collar, then to the faint marks beneath the shift. She looked away quickly. “I’m Mira,” she said, voice low but steady. “The Luna sent me.”

“We should rejoice, Kingdom of the Lycans! After a thousand years— the Goddess has chosen another Luna to save us from a catastrophe that the higher heavens bestowed!” Yulo’s announcement made the crowd roar in excitement and happiness about the new Luna.

Luna who stood quiet the whole time muttered under her breath as she matched into the house. “Did I hear you say something?" Jane's voice could be heard from the corridor “No Ma'am, not at all" Luna, who didn't know she thought out loud, denied and rushed into the kitchen to wash the dishes. Luna after washing the dishes and cleaning the house in the small wooden chair in the corner of the corridor. She brought out the piece of paper, her hand trembling as she stared at the figures. The figures seemed to mock her. She read it again, this time slowly as if somehow the amount would change, or maybe a miracle might happen if she just looked hard enough. All she needed right now was a miracle, b

The maid, terrified, didn’t dare meet Mireya’s gaze. “Please, leave us,” Luna said gently to the maid. She knew the maid was frightened of Mireya. The maid quickly bowed and excused herself. Mireya glared at Luna, looking her up and down. “So you’re Luna?” she sneered. Both Luna and Mireya were strikingly beautiful, but their styles were worlds apart. Mireya was the epitome of luxury, while Luna’s beauty was wrapped in simplicity. Luna nodded politely. “Yes, I’m Luna.”

Miranda woke up the following morning feeling tired but she was in a good mood. She turned to face the other side but Ryder was not in bed with her, the events of the previous night came running into her mind and she smiled at the thought of it. She walked to the mirror to check herself out, and moved the hair that was falling on her face, the mark on her neck was still there and that is when it dawned on her; she was now a Luna and there was no turning back.

Not from fear—but fury. Her maid, Lysa, stood discreetly to the side, holding her phone high—already recording. Already live. “Start streaming,” Mira muttered. Lysa gave a small nod and did as told. A red LIVE icon blinked in the corner of the screen, broadcasting Mira’s words across the pack’s social channels, across allied territories, and—most importantly—to Zarek and Selene, wherever they were. Mira raised her chin and cleared her throat. “You all know me,” she began, voice steady. “I’ve stood at Lucien’s side for years. As his Luna. As his partner. As the woman he chose.”