One Luna Novels & Stories

The lady asks. "What news?" He coldly answers. "Edward has a Luna, and you won't believe who it is?" [Jubilantly] "It's an Omega." [Scoffs] "Why am I not surprised? He has always been a weakling." "Well, don't you think this is the perfect time to launch an attack and crush him?" she devilishly mutters.

“What is it exactly you need help with?” I ask Laney, quirking a brow. She sighs and rests the bowl on her knees before turning her fiery green eyes on me. “What is a Luna?” I’m not truly convinced she doesn’t remember our pasts, but she looks confused enough that I take the bait. “A Luna is a queen among the werewolves.” “And are there, like, a lot of Lunas?” She lowers her gaze to her stew, stirring it aimlessly with her spoon.

I didn't say yes. But I didn't say no, either. He went back around. "Someone will bring your clothes." Then he left. And I was alone again. This time… not the real Luna. But a fake. And somehow… that had hurt all the more.

"No wonder you exude such power—being the true Luna has its perks, doesn’t it?" "We’re all here to support you," another chimed in. "We won’t let some lowborn Omega take your rightful place." "And look at Caius," said another. "He’s already showing dominance, even at such a young age! He’s the true heir to Serrowind Pack." The Beta teacher, her posture stiff, even bowed slightly. "Luna Virelle, let me know what Caius likes to eat. We’ll make sure the daycare caters to his tastes from now on."

Luna Sandra made me feel two inches tall, even when I was trying my best. “I'm trying my best," I muttered, my voice barely audible. Sandra stopped before me, tilting her head as though inspecting a flawed piece of art. "Your best isn't good enough. Being Luna isn't about trying—it's about doing all you can. If you fail, it's not just your reputation on the line, but the entire pack's."

towards the one person whom the Luna was dying for. How cruel?!

It didn't take long for me to hear the identical female voice saying "Slave, focus your eyes on us again." Without delay, I glanced back to find that it was the lady the guard called Luna. Based on my observations, Luna has olive complexion, light brown hair, and hazel eyes. Her gaze indicates that I have disgusted her, as she turns up her nose. I noticed that the other three also did the same thing.

I can figure anything out without anyone interfering or interrupting. I found my mate a few weeks ago, and I have to say that she’s gorgeous. She’s gorgeous, but she just isn’t her. Trina is 5’10 with dark brown skin. She has full, long lashes, though they may not be natural. Her hair is long, past her shoulders, and she has an athlete's body. Everything about her screams elegance and strength: basically Luna. She’s my Luna, given to me by the Moon Goddess, but she just isn’t her.

NOLAN “I am truly sorry to have to tell you this,” Luna said, in a voice that didn’t sound sorry at all. “But I am not going to wait any longer for you to get on board with my plan.” Nolan’s face tightened. He held back from responding to her right away. “I have already started planning a selection party,” she continued. Nolan unclenched his jaw enough to say, “I told you I don’t have time…” “You will make time.” Luna took a drink from her glass of red wine.

“No luck.” She shook her head and wrapped me in a hug. “They are stubborn as hell. But they will see reason. Logan will come to his senses. He will realize you are what he needs. Not that bitch, Sienna.” I laughed at Luna Gloria calling Sienna a bitch. She was always so calm and collected. It was necessary. She was a Luna. Calling someone a bitch was totally not a Luna thing. But it was nice to know that she agreed with me. Sienna really was a bitch.