Night With Luna Novels & Stories

Luna nodded her head in acknowledgement. Lisa heaved a sigh. “Okay then. I'll be going to my room now. Tomorrow is the big day before D-Day. Wedding preparations and all. I'm glad that I have you to support me through it all. Goodnight.” Luna softly said. Luna smiled at her and watched Lisa walk out of the room, closing the door behind her. For the first time in a long time, Luna felt like she had found a true friend. Things were finally falling into place again. She hoped that nothing was going to creep out of the shadows and upset the calm which was now descending over her. She slept peacefully that night.

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.

“I’m not a weapon. I’m not the end of a war.” She stood. Shaky, but standing. “I’m Luna. And I decide what I end. And what I start.” Valen’s smile was slow. Proud. Terrifying. “We’ll see, daughter.” Nights in the Blood Moon Court were worse than days. The three moons sang. Literally. A low, haunting song that crawled into your dreams. Luna didn’t sleep. Couldn’t. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw red. Damian didn’t sleep either. He sat by the window, watching the courtyard. Watching Valen.

"Why did you come all the way back here?" "Because I needed to see you," Nathan murmurs hoarsely, pulling her onto his lap. He lightly sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. "I'm leaving. Go back to sleep." He stands and looks down at her with a heavy intensity, as if trying to carve her image into his soul. Luna only hums. The moment he leaves, she pulls the duvet over her head. *** A week after Nathan's departure, Luna sits in a high-end bistro with Ava when her phone rings with an international number.

(Emily's POV) As the sun began to set, the pack gathered in the large open courtyard where the Luna Ceremony was to take place. The courtyard, bordered by tall trees, was beautifully decorated with garlands of flowers and glowing lanterns. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, the air thick with the scent of pine and fresh earth. Tonight was a night of celebration, a night where Alpha Rollins would formally acknowledge Cassandra as his Luna.

Three years. That's how long Sera has loved a man who never saw her. As Luna of Ironclaw, she runs the pack flawlessly—manages the household, raises their daughter, smiles through every neglectful silence. But Alpha Killian has never once looked at her the way he looks at Selene, the first love he never got over. When Sera discovers Killian has been letting Selene play mother to her daughter—and that she was only ever a "safe" placeholder—she does the unthinkable. She rejects him publicly, severs the bond, and flees with her three-year-old into the night. But freedom comes with a price. Stranded, broke, and broken, Sera ends up in a seedy bar, drowning her sorrows. A stranger wit

MADDOX I laid there and watched my mate sleep. I dared not move in case I woke her. I'm surprised it took her as long as it did to break down. I had known it was coming, no one could have gone through what she had the last few days and not have cracked. I was beginning to understand why the Moon Goddess had paired me with her. Her undeniable reliance and strength, outshone my own. She would be the perfect Luna for the White Claw pack, and probably far more than what I deserved in a mate.

If I had my way, I would hide my Luna inside the room till they left. His wife too…this slut! Why was she staring at my wife's boobs like that? I could swear I saw her licking her lips. I would make sure that Landon and his wife would take the room at the far end of the pack. These days my Luna had been acting so strange, I did not need people tempting her and giving her mother watering offers. “So tell me, Nicholas. What have you been giving to our Luna, she looks so shiny and plump! I like what I'm seeing,” Riley asked me.

The siren song, echoing through the walls, chilling my bones. "Luna!" I shouted, racing down the hallway, panic gripping me like icy claws. Finn's voice came frantic from one of the rooms. "Mom!" I burst through the bedroom door, stumbling to a halt at the sight before me. Luna lay on the bed, tiny body shaking violently, her long hair spread like dark silk over the pillow. Her eyes were wide open—glowing softly with a faint, eerie blue-green light—and the song spilling from her lips was ancient, heartbreaking, powerful. She was convulsing, her small fingers clenched tight in the sheets.

“Well, I’ll be. I never thought I would meet another blessed wolf.” The girl was so calm, but I could feel her excitement. I took a step forward towards the girl and stuck out my hand. “Hi there. My name is Rose Thompson; I am the Luna of the Black Moon pack and a blessed wolf.” “Nice to meet you, Luna Rose. My name is Nisha of Lunar Lake, and a blessed wolf. What brings you up here? You are a long way from home.” Nisha grasped my hand eagerly and gave it a shake.