Reborn Luna Novels & Stories

he asked. "I will naturally not interfere if it has nothing to do with me, my Lord, but you see, milady here is the Luna of our pack. So can you tell me in what way that it didn't concern me?" Mr. Bollard said politely, but from his stance, it was clear that he wasn't ready to back down. Damian's face twitched. "Your Luna? Impossible." "Are you calling me a liar, my Lord?" Bollards expression changed immediately. Damian didn't dare to continue; he signaled to his men.

“Heads she wins. Tails you all lose.” The ravine seemed to press in closer. “What about me?” I asked, hating the brittleness in my voice. “Where do I fit in that logic?” His eyes sharpened. “When a soul like yours gets tangled in that mess,” he said slowly, “reborn, powerful, unclaimed… it makes the whole web shudder.” I went cold. “Reborn,” I repeated. “You died,” he said matter‑of‑factly. “And you remember it. That’s not how this usually goes, little Luna.”

In the center of the room was the Pack priest who was standing near the altar. He was old, with white hair that was tied back and deep lines of wrinkles carved into his face. He was putting on a dark grey robe that was decorated with silver threads that gave off shimmers under the torchlight. "Luna Tasha," he said. "I'm glad you are here." I nodded, glancing back at Kirk and Violet who were standing at the door. "I'm ready." He stepped closer. "As you know, tonight we renew the bond between the Alpha's bloodline and the Moon Goddess. Only the Luna has the right to carry the blessing for another year."

"You've been given another shot at life. However, for your revenge to be more purposeful, the body you are currently in, isn't yours. You've possessed the body of a very weak Luna who was killed by her enemy in the pack. While you are having your revenge, you must focus on not getting killed the second time." Then it faded... ..... "Are you awake now?" A voice tugged at my consciousness. I opened my eyes, my gaze landing on a masked figure.. Looking closely, I gasped. "Alpha Kaden?" I questioned with an iota of doubt. "Did falling from the stairs induce amnesia?" He asked with a chuckle. I shuddered. What was this? I had been reborn. However, not as Reene but Alpha's Kaden mate? The weak Lun

I was still working out what to say to her. The old Luna let out a cold laugh. “I was reborn too. I brought you to my side to ask you one thing. Why won't you be Luna this time? That scene at the pool, the one that washed the potion off you, I'm the one who had Theo arrange it. Years ago I was carrying a child, and I drank the broth my mate sent me and lost it. He was a monster, the most selfish creature alive. That is why I mean to destroy him.”

“I didn’t live that long but that didn’t mean I just died and got reborn in a different body that exudes my rights to the palace. A good person found my dying body in a celebration hall and put me in a time capsule while treating me by reverting my body back to when I was a baby that took a while longer than expected. If you don’t want to believe my statements, you can ask Maximilian.” Lies. Of course some parts are lies. What’s the point telling them the whole truth? All that matters is that she should succeed in making them believe. She really died but who made her body return to her younger state wasn’t a person—it was a god. Luna’s body was reverted to being a baby after she died in orde

The air quivered as Ayla’s reflection stepped into the world of flesh and breath. She looked identical — every freckle, every scar mirrored perfectly — yet something in her eyes glowed wrong. Too bright. Too ancient. The Luna reborn. Ayla’s chest tightened as her reflection’s fingers traced the edge of Kian’s broken blade. “Funny,” the Luna said, her voice like a whisper wrapped in silk. “In every life, he still tries to protect you… and still fails.”

My breath caught as a horrible, icy realization crawled up my spine. “Mom…! Am I dead, Mom?” Her eyes softened with sorrow, but she didn’t answer. Tears blurred my vision as I asked her next. “Did Cassian survive?” “Why are you worrying about him?” Mom asked, pain sharpening her words. “You have burned alive yourself, Liora.” A cold pit formed in my stomach as she continued. “You and I, meeting here in this place, it means Lunaris’s elders are performing the rebirth ritual. They are using their wolves’ energies to repair your immortal root, to bring you back.”

More like a vision maybe. “I don’t have all the answers to your questions. And there’s a time for everything, my Luna. But this is the first step, and you needed to know your mind isn’t playing tricks on you. You needed to know everything you saw, happened for real, and that at this point you’ve been reborn, you're getting a chance to set things right. Now please tell me how you feel.” Before replying, I let her words settle for a moment. “Before I answer, tell me how it’s possible? How can I be reborn?”

I could destroy, conquer, make Luna vanish entirely. The Obsidian Sons weren’t tools, they were extensions of my will. Soon, everything will now to me. I exhaled slowly, savoring the electricity of possibility, the raw potential of unbroken power. “Then let’s make our first move,” I whispered, not to the AI, not to Thorne, but to myself. As their awakened leader, there would be no turning back. "Luna, originally named Dahlia, recently turned Isla McRae, in Scotland. Can you help me find her son?" I asked, my voice steady, commanding.