Reborn Luna Novels & Stories

There was an undertone of command in it that made my newly transformed wolf restless. “What?” I had asked, turning back to face him reluctantly. I just wanted to go, to start my revenge, to watch Damien’s face when he realized what he’d lost. Silas had stepped closer, his presence filling the small cabin. “When you become Luna, you’ll help me with grants to support my little town. There are people here who depend on me, Clara. They need resources, money, supplies. And you’ll be in the perfect position to provide them.” I remembered nodding quickly, not really listening to the details. “Of course, whatever you need.”

I ask. “Of course. I am human- er. Rather. I was until yesterday,” she mumbles, sounding bitter. “I didn’t ask for any of this stupid shit.” “In the werewolf world, there is a Luna who will come in her last life and either reunite the fallen pack or be the destruction of the werewolf ways as we know them. She reincarnates after every death, and very few can determine if she is back. Usually, she has always remembered her past lives.”

Not even my mind had truly been my own because it had been so consumed by thoughts of him. But this… this was my office. I held the only key now, and wore the crescent-shaped pin on my blouse that meant that it was my rightful space. Not permanently, of course, since I would soon no longer be Killian’s Luna soon—but it was mine for the time being. I’d have to make some changes, of course, to make it truly feel like mine, but that didn’t matter right now. For now, I had work to do. Having been reborn years before my death had its perks; I recalled many things that were yet to come, one of them being an unexpected attack on Waning Moon. It would happen in precisely three days, during Killian’s

Taylor's betrayal to me must also get the proper payback. I don't know why it had to be in Jane's body that I was resurrected. However, becoming Luna might benefit me in my pursuit of revenge. Now, my revenge begins.

“What?” “Our mom’s are both Lunas Claude. There’s this energy they exude. You have it as well, you know? It’s like you were born to be a Luna. And little kids are more perceptive than most about these things. It basically radiates off you and draws them to you.”

"She is bleeding more than a werewolf should. I’m not sure why her regeneration isn’t working properly, but it may be because her wolf is new." Kenziel’s heart sank at Herzl’s explanation. The thought of Rebecca's vulnerability weighed heavily on him. He paced the room, his footsteps echoing in the silence. "There must be something we can do." He muttered, running his fingers through his hair. "We can't just let her bleed like this." Herzl's expression was grave. "Kenziel, this is a delicate situation. Rebecca is our Luna. We must ensure her safety and well-being at all costs. But I fear that rushing a solution might do more harm than good."

Katherine stood in the center of it all. Her body had already shifted back, human again, fragile again. Blood dripped steadily from her palms, pooling in small dark circles on the blackened sand. Her eyes were still gold. She had always been mine, but what she turned into, was something I couldn't find myself claiming. Elder Veyra rose. “She is no longer merely Luna of Volkov,” he declared. “She is the Luna of Ashes. The key made flesh. The storm foretold in the oldest scrolls. I think she was reborn when the veil could no longer hold. An ancient being has returned to us, bound to the blood of two packs and the spirits that wait beyond the sky…”

Dolly claimed, she has been the one supporting Atlas and begging me to accept him. “Can't you see he is close to the Alpha, and he might have a chance of being the Alpha of the park and I might be the Luna” I explained to them, and they stared at me laughing. “You think if he becomes the Alpha, you will stand a chance in becoming his Luna, you are so funny” Ella asserted laughing. “ What do you mean? “ I stared at them. Confusingly.

THE CURSED REBIRTH (Chapter 4) (Point of View: The Luna) My initial reaction was one of coldness. The kind of cold that seeps into bone, cruel as treachery and sharp as glass, rather than the soft coolness of dawn air caressing bare skin. I could have sworn—no, I was positive—that I had taken my last breath, but my chest rose in a startled gasp. I recall the burn of the poison and how my vision became blurry as the moonlight above me broke into shards. I recall Lyra's sly smile and her hushed victory. I recall my friend Kael's eyes widening in shock, but it was too late to save me.