Nightmare Moon And Luna Novels & Stories

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.

A reminder to every ally and rival that the Moonlit Pack lacks nothing. I spot her almost immediately—an aging Luna with two massive Irish Wolfhounds at her heels, sweeping through the hall like a queen, her Alpha a step behind her. His roguish smirk isn’t for the crowd. It’s for her. His gaze rakes her body with unrepentant hunger, as if she’s still the girl he first claimed under a harvest moon. Emily and Kylean Silver Moon. My mother's old leaders.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

“Wren did say that the amount of wolfsbane in your body was lethal.” My baby almost died. Just thinking about it made me so fucking angry. I was ready to tear the world apart. “That’s weird.” Emma mumbled. “Not for you.” Drake smiled. “You are the True Luna. You can do what most wolves can’t.” Emma looked up at him and gave him a small smile. Jealousy burned inside of me. She shouldn’t be smiling at him. But what pissed me off even more was the way he was looking at her.

I have no issue with that but it will become an issue when Odette tries to act funny with me. With one last look at him, I pull my body off the bed and start to get dressed but at that moment, his eyes open and a slight frown forms on it. “Where are you going?” He asks, pulling his body to a sitting position. “Why?” I ask him back, “you and I no longer share a relationship so you shouldn’t be bothered about me. Today is a full moon, I need to make preparations” “You will stay here, Bryer” Zachary grits his teeth, “you are the Luna of this pack and it is a full moon tonight, you should stay and make sure everything goes according to plan.

And she sure did know how to do that best. Which was why I wanted nothing more than to scream at her. Tell me what I want to know for fuck sake! “What is it, Sienna? Speak.” I said, fingers thrumming on the bed as I held back the urge to yell. “Word has it that she worked her way to being Luna of some other pack. You won’t believe which.” There was sneer on her face as she spoke. “Dark Moon.” My blood went cold. Dark Moon? How the hell did she find her way? And becoming Luna nonetheless. The more I tried to wrap my head around it, the harder it was to make sense of anything.

"The old wolves call it the Sleeper. A thing that came into these Woods before there were packs, before there were Alphas, before the moon herself ever chose a wolf to bond with. It doesn't wake for just anything." "Then why is it waking now?" Kade stopped, and for one terrible moment Luna thought he wasn't going to answer her at all. Then his pale gold eyes found hers, grim and steady even through his exhaustion. "Because your blood woke up under a blood moon inside its territory," he said. "The Sleeper doesn't answer to packs or kingdoms, Luna. It answers to the moon itself, and the moon just marked you as something worth waking up for." The ground shuddered again, and this time a deep cra

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."

"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."

All looking at her with expectation. “I’m not your queen,” Luna said. Voice strong but soft. “I’m not your goddess. I’m Luna. Daughter of Elena. Daughter of Valen. Mate of Damian. Wolf of Two Moons who chose Many Moons.” She paused. Looked at each face in the crowd. “And from today, there are no more Courts. No more Silver Moon. No more Blood Moon. No more Free Wolves. There’s just us. Wolves. With as many moons as we have choices to make.”