One Piece Lunaria Novels & Stories

Lumaro confirmed. “Wait, wait Lumaro, how come that you know, Grazziena is your future Luna? Actually, you know, I just can’t believe it. I read something about Luna and it means wife of the Alpha or head of a werewolves pack.” Leslie’s expression was quite perturbed.

"Why are you doing this? I am your Luna?" Alison Carter, Luna of the Rose Moon Pack, cried while clutching her side. Bleeding from her Alpha's claws. Her red long hair was now drenched with blood. Her sapphire eyes reflected her fear and disgust against the perpetrators.

She wore her Luna crown, the silver circlet Brian had placed on her head during their bonding ceremony. Halfway down the steps, she froze. Brian stood at the base of the stairs, speaking to Alpha Dorian of the Silver Fang pack. Aria was beside him, her hand lightly brushing his arm as she laughed at something Dorian said. When Brian introduced them to the gathered guests, his words sliced her cleanly in half. “This is Aria,” he said, his voice warm, “a trusted member of our inner circle.” Not Luna Nicole, my mate. Not even our Luna.

“A diversion.” All eyes turned to him. He didn’t flinch under the sudden attention but continued, his tone unshaken. “It was just a distraction. It ain’t about random flexing of their power. As we sit here, we should all have one question swirling in our head; what are they distracting us from?” I leaned forward, pressing my fingers against my temples in frustration. “I don’t know,” I responded, massaging my temples as things seemed to be getting out of hand. “But something is going on in Lunaria. Something large and I fear it’s quickly approaching.”

"I need one. Everyone is looking at me like I am some sort of golden egg." "You are." Orla giggled. "A Luna seed is a shifter of noble or peasant descent that has the potential to become an Alpha's fated mate or a ruler of her own right. You have most likely become the new hot cake in the eyes of other noble werewolves and brazen peasants. I assure you Eloise, your legs and your lips will be quite tired today."

’ I don’t say anything; I just smile as the nick in my thumb begins to heal. Orrin smiles. “People of Silver Paw, I, King Orrin Dalgaard, give you, Gianna Astoni, your new Luna!” Cheers and applause erupt around us, and they’re deafening. I hear the pack link open up inside my head, so many people talking all at once. However, it makes me laugh, and I squeeze Lorcan’s hands excitedly as I close the link. Orrin holds his hand in the air, and everyone falls silent.

"I'll give you my bond with Ronan. But on one condition." The creature tilted its head. "You are in no position to make conditions." "I am the Hidden Luna. I am standing at the edge of your domain with a hundred wolves behind me and a thousand years of light in my veins. I am always in a position to make conditions." Lira's light flared, and the creature flinched — just slightly, but enough. "You will close the wound completely. You will end the Blight forever. And you will leave this world and never return. Swear it."

_Selene's POV_ Since I was a child, I always got everything I wanted. For years, I had lived with one certainty. No matter what happened, I would become Luna one day. Everyone in Silver Moon Pack knew it. I was beautiful, strong, respected and the daughter of an Alpha. Everything had always pointed toward the same future. Then Aria had been named Kael's mate. Even now, remembering that moment made something ugly twist inside my chest. I had spent years imagining my future beside him. Then suddenly my pathetic younger sister had nearly taken everything from me.

Dorian and Selene exchanged glances. “This feels like a trap,” Selene said. “Everything feels like a trap lately.” Dorian moved toward the door. “Fine. Council meeting first, then we deal with Thalia. Selene, get dressed. You’re coming.” “I’m not Luna yet” “You completed the Mirror Bond. You fought in the battle. You absorbed corruption magic to save my life.” His eyes held hers. “You’re Luna. Own it.” The words from the feast, thrown back at her. “Fine. But I’m wearing pants.” “I’d expect nothing less.”

The winter I broke a training master's arm because he refused to strike me with his full strength. Father had described that moment with pride. Then, I found a passage copied in ink darker than the rest. The letters curved differently, graceful and ancient. They were not Father's words. 'When Lunaria's ninth daughter walks beneath a crimson moon, war shall take a mortal name. The wolf who sired her shall place two crownless sons at her feet—one born of winter, the other born of flame.' My eyes rose to Asterion. Winter lived in his blue gaze. Faolan had gone utterly still beside him.