Rejected Blue Eyed Luna Novels & Stories

Couldn't they just take the exam normally? Luna slowly descended from above as if she was flying. Her black hair was wet and her eyes were closed. Her hands were kept on her stomach and the black dress she was wearing was sticking to her body. As she landed on the ground, she opened her eyes that shocked those eyes who were focused on her. Luna's eyes have no other color. It was pure black. It was voided and dead. It was like an abyss. The maiden's eyes remained the same until she heard her friends' worried call for her.

It didn't take long for me to hear the identical female voice saying "Slave, focus your eyes on us again." Without delay, I glanced back to find that it was the lady the guard called Luna. Based on my observations, Luna has olive complexion, light brown hair, and hazel eyes. Her gaze indicates that I have disgusted her, as she turns up her nose. I noticed that the other three also did the same thing.

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Her bright green eyes gave gentleness and warmth… but her sharp face and body manifested her strength and fitness as a warrior. “Me too,” Arth said as he shook her hand. “I admire your eyes—burning blue… just like your father’s,” Luna smiled. Robert suddenly leaned to Arth’s ear and whispered, “I know where your eyes are. Try not to get tempted by those boobs, bro.” Arth stormed his brows in confusion, looking at his pervert friend. He didn’t even look down at Luna’s breasts when she leaned forward to shake hands. “I’m telling you… don’t… she’s over a hundred years old,” Robert whispered.

Crystal spits. Cain busts out laughing and stands up. “I never told you any such thing. You are seriously demented if you thought I would choose a slut like you as the next Luna of Night Claw. Believe me, one slut for a Luna is enough. You wanted to fuck me, you got what you wanted, but I made no promises and don’t pull the pregnancy card, we both know you can’t get pregnant from a blowjob. So, take yourself away. Maybe if he can’t hear me, your mate will allow you to take back your rejection. Otherwise, good luck. Disrespect me, or your Luna again and you will be removed from the pack.” Crystal starts crying and runs back to the other side of the room.

The others hesitated. “Next?” she said, brushing dust from her pants. The second warrior snarled and shifted, his gray wolf form charging with brute strength. Evelyn shifted too, her black wolf sleek and fast, and they clashed in a blur of claws and teeth. It didn’t take long—she dodged with ease, slamming him into the ground before pinning him by the throat. When she shifted back, her breathing was even. Controlled. Gasps rippled through the growing crowd. Kendall stepped forward, raising his voice. “This is your Luna. Rejected or not, she is one of us. And she’s not here to beg for forgiveness. She’s here to take back what Damien tried to destroy.”

Gianna Romano stands at the head of the table, presenting the case with a shrewdness I’d admire if it wasn’t directed against me. She's good. Professional. The kind of lawyer who doesn't waste words or emotion on anything that won't serve her client. And right now, her client is my mate. "Luna Skye has been an exemplary member of this pack for three years," Gianna begins, laying out documents with a detached demeanor, like she isn’t trying to single-handedly dismantle my whole life. "She has fulfilled every duty expected of her as Luna. Organized charitable initiatives. Mediated pack disputes. Represented the Ironwood Pack at regional gatherings with grace and dignity.

Those eyes. Golden. Furious. Searching. Like he saw straight through my sass, my shame, my glitter-chicken-covered self, and said: “Yeah, that one. That disaster in the cursed hoodie. Mine.” I threw the mop across the room. “No. Nope. Nooooope. I am not a Luna. I am barely surviving enchanted carrots and a demon rabbit. My skincare routine is nonexistent. My social life is a chair that groans when I sit on it. I AM NOT MATE MATERIAL.”

He brushed the pad of his thumb at the corner of my eye. “I don’t know what made you think that I should reject you, Maddie, but this is not going to happen. Not now, not ever.” He said to me in a determined tone. I wanted to say to him that a wolf-less she-wolf can’t be a good luna. A luna needs her wolf to connect with all the pack members so that she can comfort them through their wolves whenever they feel miserable, scared, or in pain. I may be a good warrior, a good strategist, but I didn’t have a wolf.

Behind me, Caleb stills. I will do anything. Caleb begged me the same yesterday when he asked me for a chance. “You have a pup to think of. I, Rain Stillwater, accept your rejection, Jordan Reed. I also reject you and renounce being the future Luna of Crescent Moon Pack and the Guardian of the Portal to the Diamond Realm.” I expect to feel pain, but there is none. If anything, I feel… free. Jordan is gripping his shirt hard. For a short while, he made me happy.