One Piece Lunaria Novels & Stories

No one expected me to return, let alone survive the Trial and bring back three rogue heads. I had gone into the forest as a servant. I returned as Luna. But just as the last stroke of the mark was etched, something strange happened. The blade sparked against my skin. Not just blood but a glimmering Light. A faint, silvery glow burst from the wound—so brief it might’ve been imagined. The Seer’s eyes widened. Gasps echoed around the chamber. One of the Elders dropped to his knees. “She bears the Moonbrand,” he whispered.

“On that day, I’ll hold the General Alpha meeting. I’ll announce my new Luna, and everything will finally be over.” Romano’s lips twisted. “Lord Darius, how is the thing coming along?” Darius lifted his gaze, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Still under production. It will be finished before the full moon. Even Caius won’t be able to withstand it.” He raised his glass in a toast, his eyes glinting. “You keep an eye on her,” Darius added after a sip. “Make sure everything goes as planned.” Romano smirked. “She trusts me. Everything is moving smoothly.” His eyes flashed with a wicked gleam.

I feel a pit in my stomach, not recognizing any of them. I look up at Liam for help, shocked to find him watching me with curious eyes. When I glare at him, he tries not to laugh and gives me a cheeky look, “Did I tell you that you’re also the Luna of my pack? We made it official right before your accident.” I laugh. “Okay, this dream is getting so weird right now...” “It’s not a dream,” Liam says. “This is reality, Aurora.” My eyes narrow, and I hiss, “My name is Phoebe...”

As I wondered who had set them off, a message from Amy popped up. "Carla, aren't they beautiful? Johnny set off all those fireworks for me. If you know what those fireworks mean, you'd better step aside and give up your title as Luna." I smiled. "You can keep Johnny, but the Luna title stays with me." Right after I sent that, Johnny connected with me through our mind-link, his roar giving me a headache. "Carla! What are you doing?! Amy's been crying ever since she texted you! Do you still want to remain as Luna? If you can't do the work, I'll find someone else who can!"

Marian made a sound, but the Luna shook her head gently, a small, sad smile on her lips. “No one in Lightmoon or Whitehall could ever repay,” she croaked. “But I promise you this, my warrior, my guardian, my keeper,” Luna Diane said firmly, addressing Marian titles that the alpha she-wolf would understand and appreciate, “that our prince here will never forsake you.” “And should he dare to dishonor your deeds in his name, I, Diane Garrant of Lightmoon, will give you my head in his place.” Marian’s eyes filled. She understood what the Luna was saying, and what she was not.

Rula chuckled. Rula pointed at herself. "I am the pure Luna, and you are the alter Luna. You are a fake Luna." Yarusoyya grumbled. "Isn't that right, fake Luna?" asked Rula with a sharp grin. Next

"Project Lunaris," Altair muttered, his heavy voice echoing in the stone meeting room. The map Stella had opened mapped out a network of Orion bases far larger than they had ever imagined. But that wasn't the worst part. In one corner of the map, a strange symbol was drawn in dark red ink, resembling a moon split in half and a black shadow underneath. Lyra scanned the map with a dark look in her eyes. "The old legends mention Lunaris... a creature from the time before humans knew magic. She's not just a wolf, nor is she human... She's a hybrid entity created from experiments with moon blood and darkness."

‘The goddess bestows her gift of light to whom she favours…’ I hastily made my way to my former table and spread the scroll wide. The pictures on the parchment were of a female with a crescent of the moon on her head like a halo. It was the art representation of the moon goddess. Lunaria. Her hands were alight with glow and she was surrounded by werewolves who bowed before her. My eyes greedily ate up the words. ‘At the winter of solstice, Goddess Lunaria puts the deeds and nobility of her children on the scale of purity, to see who is fated to be the next child of light.’

“That makes you My Darkshield- the one who protect me against all odds.” The smell of roses. A silver moon hanging above. An image of Williams Smith smiling as he slid a ring onto my finger. “I, Drevyn Wolfsbane, take you, Lunaria Moonspire, as my Luna, my Selene- now and forever.” “I, Lunaria Moonspire, take you, Drevyn Wolfsbane as my Alpha and my Darkshield- now and forever.” A Kiss. A Promise. I gasped, as my eyes flung open.

“This territory is claimed.” The rogues burst out laughing. “By who?” the tallest one sneered. “You?” “Yes,” Lunaria replied. Silence fell. Something in her tone made them hesitate. Then the leader smirked. “Guess we’ll take your cave—and you.” He lunged. Lunaria reacted without thinking. The warmth beneath her ribs surged violently, racing through her veins. Her eyes burned silver as she raised her hand—and the ground beneath the rogue’s feet cracked. He screamed as moonlight burst upward, throwing him against the cave wall with bone-crushing force.