Nightmare Moon And Luna Novels & Stories

“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.

I walked back over to my seat, leaning my elbows down on my knee. “Okay, I am listening,” I say wiping my hand down my face. “The moon goddess told your mother that your sister would need a strong and powerful mate to help protect her from the evil that would try to use her, to stand by her side.” He began to explain, “Her mate would be the future Alpha of her pack. Alone they are strong but together, they will be able to stop the evil forces that will becoming for our world. These rouge attacks aren’t random, they are looking for the Moon’s Luna, the wolf blessed by the moon goddess herself. She will have some power when she shifts, but once she mates and is marked with her mate, both of

"The prophecy speaks of the twin moons aligning. That means there is a specific night. Everything will come to a head then." Lyra opened her eyes and met her mother's gaze. "Elara said the same thing. Eleven months." Sena nodded. "Then we have eleven months to prepare, to train, and build alliances." She looked at Lyra with an intensity that made her daughter sit up straighter. "To become the woman the white wolf needs you to be."

Dad questions for more information above her frantic panicking. “Rogues…they are threatening to kill her.” “I don’t understand, what that has to do with us.” I say harshly. Alicia is part of one of the Waterbow northern packs, as far as I am concerned this is now an internal pack issue. “She is Brett’s chosen mate.” Luna Amelie shouts at me hysterically. Both Father and I growl at the idea, for Luna Amelie disrespecting our Willow. “Amelie…Brett has a fated mate and has made it very clear he ended things with Alicia.” Dad firmly replies.

Jackson mind-linked to me. “I love you too,” I replied, wiping away my tears. We were ready for the second part of the ceremony. Elder Johanna was leading the ritual. She approached us, placed her hand over our joined hands, prayed to Selene, and nodded to Jackson. “I, Jackson, Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, declare you, my mate Loreen Liira of the Silver Moon pack, our Luna—the Luna who will stand beside me to lead and protect our pack,” Jackson proclaimed. “I, Loreen Liira, born of the Lunar Eclipse pack and now a member of the Silver Moon pack, accept the title of Luna to Alpha Jackson and to our Silver Moon pack,” I said, locking eyes with him.

Together, they ruled the largest werewolf empire in existence. And tonight, I was being delivered to them. Not as a guest. Not as a mate. As a surrogate. The Luna of my foster pack had smiled when she signed the contract. She’d kissed my cheek like a mother, as though she hadn’t just sold me. “For the good of the pack,” she had said. For the good of herself, I thought bitterly. I’d been raised under her roof since my parents died, but apparently that bond meant nothing. I wasn’t family. I was a womb to be traded for favors.

They were exhausted, but they were victorious. "You did well, Luna," Elara said. Luna smiled. "Thank you." Damon put his arm around her. "We are proud of you." Luna smiled. "I could not have done it without you." That night, Luna had a dream. She saw the Moon Goddess, standing in a field of silver flowers. "You have defeated the Dark Ones," the Moon Goddess said. "Thank you," Luna said. "But there is still work to be done," the Moon Goddess said. "The Nightmare is still trying to return."

Luna declared, her eyes ablaze with determination. The wolves, their fur aglow in the moonlight, nodded in solemn agreement. Luna, known for her fierce protectiveness over Nampa, had an extra layer of determination this time. The impending battle against the sinister group was not just a matter of survival for the pack—it was a fight for Mira, Luna's daughter, and the future of Nampa. As Luna led the group into the depths of the territory, a predatory aura enveloped her. The moon, witness to the unfolding mission, illuminated a heartless and ruthless alpha, prepared to do whatever it took to safeguard her pack.

Kael whispered. Luna touched the drawing. A vision suddenly filled her mind. Her mother stood in the same chamber. She was holding two babies. Luna. Selene. Their father stood beside her. Her mother was crying. "I don't want them to grow up knowing what they are." Her father looked worried. "What happens when they find out?" "They will." "When?" "When the Blood Moon returns." The vision changed. Her mother placed her hand against Luna's forehead. Then Selene's. "Forgive me."

I never thought he would still be the same, even after not seeing each other for a long time. Another pair, Luna and Maison, stepped forward. "It's nice to see everyone again. My name is Luna, daughter of Selene, the Goddess of the Moon, and Lycaon, the first werewolf," she said, smiling at us. "And because of that coincidence, I can turn into a big wolf and use the power of the moon." Luna was still lively, but there was something odd about her presence, something unsettling that I couldn't pinpoint.