Princess Luna Young Novels & Stories

I was glad she was ready to help. When I mindlinked with the pack, I didn't hear any grumbling either. I explained that Mateo and I found a young female wolf who doesn't know she is a wolf, but today is her 18th birthday, and we are bringing her to the packhouse. Luna and I will be there to support her when she learns the new information and transforms at night. Lory slept peacefully the whole way. That's good; she will need energy to transform at night.

“You said the rule is the same for all. You said the trial proves worth and I have proven it, so why deny me?” Evander’s gaze was hard as steel as he looked at me, then he turned and started walking away. I followed him until we reached his tent, my pulse loud in my ears. The flap closed behind us, blocking out the noise from the yard. He remained standing. “You are Luna, and also a Princess. You do not enlist just because you feel brave in the sun.” “I don't feel brave. I have been trained. Years of practice with swords and bows. I even put your captain on his back. I can hold a line.”

Present Day Portland, Oregon One hundred and fifty years later—aging one year for every thirty that passed once a lupus garou reached puberty—Diana was the equivalent of a twenty-one-year-old human. She longed more than ever to have Caleb for her mate, wishing she hadn’t had to hide from the pack all these years. The burning desire for him flooded her veins whenever she came into the wolf’s heat. Her body craved his touch, but her mind had given up hoping to ever have him for her own. If she could find a strong, agreeable human mate, she could change him into a lupus garou, and he would keep her safe from Ragnar.

It was then that Beta Kia realized that the lady who had made her way inside, was the reason for his alpha's endless longing. The Luna had arrived and she was with a pup. There was going to be more happiness, merriment, events and more celebrations in the city. And there, Kia's lips suddenly twisted to a malicious smirk. Things were going to get really interesting now that everyone was back and complete in the palace. The end.

Sly’s eyes follow my gaze and he smiles, waving at the little one. She waves back, and I notice she’s holding her mother’s hand. Blinking, I see that her hair isn't black but brown and her eyes hazel, not Sly’s bright blue. “Mama,” the little one tugs on her mother’s sleeve. “Who’s the pretty lady?” “Shh,” the she-wolf pulls her pup up onto her waist. “It isn’t polite to stare. See her ring and her mark? She’s a Luna.” The little girl’s eyes widen, “Wow! She’s a princess! Is that man her prince?”

Princess Reda answered as they all enter the large room, splitting themselves - the second Princess and daughter of Luna Howell. "Where is Princess Lahore?" The king asked, breaking the silence "Still on her makeup…" Princess Reda replied, standing beside Princess Faricenda who chuckled, "As usual!" She rolled her eyes and Princess Reda hit her shoulder, chuckling. Princess Lahore, the first Princess and daughter of Luna Luciana - Princess Lahore walked into the throne room in her glass high heels, wearing a tank top with a crazy short Jean. The Alpha coughed, his wine splashing onto the ground; his face changed. "Is this called a dress?" He thundered and Princess Lahore paused, scoffing sil

She was forced to raise her because she was madly in love with Dad, and they were mates, but she didn’t hide her contempt against her. I looked at the picture of Nalya on my phone. She was glowing, happy, and even more beautiful. I heard she is the beloved Luna Princess of the Autumn Moon pack and has grown into her own. I was proud of her. ‘ Do you think she’ll accept your apology?’ my wolf asked.

They are the most prominent family in the city, causing Luna to be called the Moon Princess and people treat her in such a way. But she is not special, as to her. She is just a normal seventeen-year-old girl with silver streaks on her long ebony hair, dark skin, and full round brown eyes. Nothing is out of the ordinary except for her hair. Also, she doesn't feel special. She doesn't have powers or whatever and she is basically not good at anything. To her, she is just a symbol. A symbol of what her people had long believed, is that when the son of the Sun and daughter of the Moon meet and collide, the world will once again be reborn.

said a maid who immediately picked me up. Name: Luna Race: Human Age : 19 years Magic Energy : 120 Physical Strength : 569 Speed : 0.95ms "Hmm without a title and family name, she's still 19 years old but told to breastfeed me!? For a maid she's quite beautiful too. Wait a minute, she's going to breastfeed me!? At two years old hasn't she started giving baby food yet? oh maybe because there isn't any in this world," I thought to myself.

A girl, maybe sixteen years old, with silver hair and eyes that blazed with power I recognized immediately. Moonspire power. But stronger than anything I had ever felt. "Who are you?" I gasped. "I am Princess Luna of House Moonspire," she replied with a smile that could have lit up worlds. "Your niece. And I brought friends." Behind her came others. Young people bearing the marks of noble bloodlines I thought extinct. A boy with storm-touched eyes and lightning in his hair. Twin girls whose skin glowed with inner fire. A youth whose very presence made the shadow realm's ground turn green beneath his feet.