Reborn Luna Novels & Stories

"Who is she really? Why is she doing this?" Siron’s mother took a breath and sat in a broken chair. The light from the Soul Flower illuminated her weary face. "Luna is not her real name. She was born Liana, the daughter of a family of healers in a remote village. Since she was a child, she could see 'stains' on people's souls, trauma, sadness, anger. To her, the world was a painting covered in black scribbles."

I nodded yes, but she raised an eyebrow so I asked. “Can you repeat it grandmother?” “Mother Earth will send her spirit to be born again in her bloodline. The bloodline of Gaya. This baby, this girl, this woman, will be Luna. She will be born with the spirit of the Earth Goddess and her elemental abilities.” She paused and waited for me to catch up but there was no need for that. I was caught up. And my heart was pounding as she continued.

"But you need to see this." He held up a piece of parchment—old, yellowed, with writing in a language I did not recognize. "I found it hidden in your mother's journal. The missing page." My heart stopped. "What does it say?" Drake's ice-blue eyes met mine, and I saw fear there for the first time since I had met him. "It says that every Luna who experiences rebirth does not come back alone. They bring something with them from the other side. Something that sleeps inside them until the third death." He paused. "Aria, how many times have you died?"

This one goes way deeper, something that felt like my wolf was sitting up and paying attention in ways she hadn’t since I’d shifted that first time weeks ago. As if she recognized her from a place I couldn’t name. Ondine’s expression shifted a little. understanding flickering across her face before it smoothed into polite curiosity. “And what’s happening here?” She gestured to the circle, candles amd Tiana standing frozen with her vials. “An illegal bonding ceremony?” “Reinforcement ritual,” Anthony explained. “My Luna’s mark has been degrading. Tiana is stabilizing it.” “How thoughtful.” Ondine moved closer to the edge of the circle, studying the symbols with interest that felt more clinica

A cruel idea pops into his mind. “What is she?” he asks himself. He feels chilled when she met her cold blue eyes. “No way,” he commented as he remembers the day, he met the deceased Luna. Same cold eyes, same hair, and same aura. He walks backward as the woman in front of her wiped the blood in her mouth. She notices his men are lifeless. He cursed on his mind. She is stronger and colder. “You can’t be the reborn Luna!” He shouted out of panic. “You know we are not the same. If she was killed so fast well, I am not. I am much stronger than her! I am not her!” Savanah punches the wall.

The doctor stood before me Sweating Nervously His eyes refused to meet mine. "What is her condition?" The man swallowed. Then spoke. "Lycan...Luna Moon is dying." The room fell silent. Roman frowned. Rowan looked shocked. I simply stared at him. "Explain." The doctor inhaled deeply. "We estimate she has approximately three months left." The room became deathly silent. Three months. Even Rowan stopped breathing, he looked scared. The doctor lowered his head. "There is no cure." The bed creaked. Moon slowly opened her eyes.

she spat back at me and took another step away. "I am the King of Argyros and you are my chosen Luna," I declared loudly so the entire room could hear. She let out a bitter and broken laugh that echoed loudly between us. "I would rather die than be your Luna," she whispered with venom dripping from her words. My jaw clenched and my hands curled into tight fists at my sides. "You will show me respect," I warned her and took another step into her personal space. I wanted to establish my dominance and make her understand her place by my side.

"What is it?" They looked at each other like I'd grown a second head. "Serena Hayden, my lady," one whispered. "Daughter of Beta Marcus of the West Pack." Serena. I was still Serena. Same name, different face, different life. And apparently, I was about to become the Luna of the North Pack. The most powerful pack in the world. I almost laughed. Almost. But then the reality sank in. If I was Serena Hayden now, what happened to the real Serena Hayden? Who was she? What kind of life had she lived?

Before disappearing, he reminded Christopher, "Don't let her wander around outside. Send her home early." I watched his retreating figure, my heart aching as if pierced by needles. In my previous life, I had finally become Alexander's Luna as I wished, yet I never gained the happiness I longed for. If he didn't love me anymore, I didn't want him either. From that day on, I stopped acting the way I had in my previous life. I no longer sought Alexander out every day, nor did I deliberately ask about his whereabouts. Instead, I threw myself into preparing the application materials for the studies at the Northmoon Academy.

Her skin radiated with a soft radiance of moonlight and her hair, a cascade of shimmering stardust. She looked at me, her eyes deep and ancient. "Child of earth," her voice quivered within me. "Your time is not yet done, I offer you a second chance, but it sure comes with great responsibilities." I opened my mouth to speak but I was void of words, it must be the moon goddess- for sure, that was what she seemed like. "I am Selene, goddess of the moon," she continued, her voice growing even stronger. "I will fill you with my power, but be warned: rebirth is not without pain. The mortal body rejects the divine. You must be strong."