Nightmare Moon And Luna Novels & Stories

If White Moon or Blue Moon had Mystwolves, this pack might be the Darkness' next target. "I'm so sorry to hear that all those horrible things happened to you. Are you okay?" "Whether I am or not, I have to carry on for the sake of my baby." Luna Lucia wiped away her tears. "What I'm most grateful for is having the greatest mate by my side." I nodded. "You are very lucky." I pondered for a moment. "I know this has nothing to do with it, but I think a few days ago the Moon Goddess came into my dreams."

She ignored Roman for a couple of seconds as she pulled off her boots. "Moonmare." She replied, barely aloud. "You're familiar with nightmares right? It's almost the same as this one. The difference is that it isn't night… it's the Moon." Her mind seemed to hover as she rotated the little pointing wood in her palm absentmindedly. "Nightmare ends once dawn comes, but Moonmare doesn't." She regained herself and cackled. "I named it myself." A smug glint appeared in her eyes. "What do you think?"

My name is Aria Nightshade. Daughter of Alpha Lucien Nightshade, the only heir to a bloodline that ruled long before I was born, the future of a pack I once believed I would lead. But that was before I chose love over everything I was meant to be. And this… this is the story of how I lost it all, and how I took it back. I remember the night everything began to fall apart. I was lying in Damon’s arms, my head resting against his chest as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat filled the quiet room. The curtains were drawn, allowing only thin strips of moonlight to spill across the bed, painting everything in soft silver.

For the first time, his lips curved in something almost like respect. Raven pushed herself to her feet, her chest still heaving, but her voice steady. “I am Raven Blackthorne. I am the Luna of the Moon Riders. And no one, no wolf, rogue, hunter, or god will take that from me.” The circle erupted into howls, a sound of both fear and awe. But as the echoes rolled through the night, the full moon pulsed brighter than ever. Zari, Raven’s wolf now truly hers whispered a final warning inside her mind:

010 The rogue let out a low, pained chuckle. "You heard me, Alpha." He rasped. "You think I'm the only one who wants your Luna dead? You think it's only the Silver Moon Pack that has their eyes on her — someone in your pack also want her gone. You can't protect her forever." Kenziel’s eyes flashed with murderous rage, his hands clenching into fists. "You..." he growled, taking a menacing step towards the rogue.

Leo was grinning, batting at a stray droplet of water that had escaped a canteen, watching it wobble like a translucent jellyfish. But it was Luna who caught my breath. Her hair, as white as mine, fanned out around her head like a halo of silk. Her eyes weren't on the Earth, and they weren't on the cabin. She was staring fixedly at the Moon—the glowing, jagged crescent that loomed ahead of us like a curved ivory blade. "It’s calling," Luna whispered. Her voice had that hollow, rhythmic quality that usually preceded one of her prophecies. "The Great White Wolf isn't on the Moon, Mama. She is the Moon. And she’s angry that the metal-men are crawling on her skin."

Their eyes dart away whenever it threatens to meet with the eyes of their neighbor, their attention focused on the entrance of the den instead and palpable fear festering beneath the surface. Every warrior, elder and even children not yet old enough to understand the happenings of the night are drawn to the den not from curiosity, but from the heaviness of the moon pressing against their ribs like a warning, making it almost impossible for them to breathe. “Something is wrong with the moon," one of the members mutters under their breath. One look at his silvery black robe and his long white hair indicates that he is a member of the Moon Council. “Is it the moon though?" one of his colleagues

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.

“And with it, a prophecy. The Moon Goddess has touched me, not to curse me, but to bridge me. A bridge to bring us together, to mend what’s been shattered. I've been passed on before, a mate sees me as nothing. But I’m not nothing. I’m yours if you’ll have me.” The hall hushed, the words of her mouth hanging in the air like an oath sworn to the gods. I witnessed tears in the eyes of a few, warlords who had once laughed at her now trembling beneath her bravery. But Torren forced his way into the conversation, his voice terse. “A prophecy? You’d like us to think that? You’re no alpha’s mate. Only a true luna can be our leader, not some rogue who has delivered death to our door.”

During a full moon, they would enjoy the thrills and joy that come from spending time with their mate. In Nightfang, the pack would gather to howl at the moon as a sign of worship to the moon goddess. But she hasn't seen anything like that in Ridgewood. Maybe they have different ways of doing things. As the Luna of Ridgewood, she wouldn't want to fail in her duties. She'd have to seek Bethar's counsel. She still had images of Rylan stuck in her memory. She had tried so hard to forget him but it was rather too difficult.