Rimuru X Luminous Novels & Stories

What if to keep his mate, he has to tell a lie? Just as we say goodbye to the tale of the Mute Luna, we welcome another, a story about a sweet omega. The story of The Hidden Luna.

Lumi did not hesitate for a single second at the response, saying in a tone laced with nothing but resentment, "That bastard Darryl Darby killed our pupil, Andres. I can't let him go." As she spoke, Lumi suddenly frowned as her expression was laced with pain. "What's going on?" Darryl stopped short, scrambling to ask the question. Lumi exhaled softly before saying, "I got injured earlier. My veins are messed up. Could you help me clear them up a little, Oldest Sister?" As she spoke, she sat on the ground cross-legged.

Born under the crescent moon, her presence was a beacon of new beginnings and renewed strength. The pack had not only survived; they had grown stronger. Old wounds of betrayal and pain were honored but no longer allowed to dictate their path. Alliances had been reforged with neighboring clans, and together they worked to safeguard the fragile peace that had been so hard-won. The forest itself seemed to pulse with vitality, a reflection of their resilience. From the grove below came the sounds of familiar voices — laughter and light chatter. Maren and Lira appeared, returning from a morning gathering of herbs and berries. Their faces glowed with health and renewed purpose, a testament to the

I was really experiencing conflicting emotions, yet I was still looking forward to today. My Luna and I arrived at the summit of a mountain at my clan, and seeing her there made me incredibly pleased, even though I knew she would eventually become mine. I was walking towards her when I suddenly felt a piercing ache and realized that a sword had cut through me. We both looked at each other before I clung to the ground and cried, wondering " why was this happening?”

And then, just as I was preparing for him to turn to Crystal, for him to acknowledge his Alpha’s chosen mate— He looked at me. And smiled. "Welcome, my future Luna." The world lurched. Crystal stiffened. Ryan said nothing. And all I could do was stare.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, the entrance slammed shut behind them, enveloping them in total darkness. No torches. No moonlight. No sound. Then—gradually—the walls began to illuminate with swirling red and silver patterns, unveiling murals etched in stone. Luna moved closer, her breath catching in her throat. It was… her. A woman bearing Luna’s likeness—older, regal, adorned with a crown of moonstone and fire—stood in the mural, clutching a burning orb identical to the Heartstone. Rowan whispered, "Luna… is that…?"

Her glowing eyes slowly dimmed. "Lyara... forgive me..." Elune's voice whispered in her mind. Her energy was depleted. In a matter of seconds, her body shrank, her fur vanished, and Lyara fell into her human form. Open wounds oozed blood across her body. Her breath came in gasps, her face pale. She could barely stand. As the rogues approached with low growls and the wizards raised their hands to finish their spells, a beam of light appeared. A blinding white light emanated from Lyara's forehead. The crescent moon symbol shone so brightly that everyone had to close their eyes because of its beautiful yet terrifying brilliance. As the light slowly faded, the screams of the black wizards and ro

"I'm the Vessel, remember? If anyone's ending this, it's me, with you." We reached the compound under a blood moon that refused to fade, its crimson light painting everything in omens. I set Lyra down in our chambers, Mira the healer rushing to her side with salves and chants. Selene and Elias were confined to a guarded hall, their presence a thorn in the pack's side. As Mira worked, the bond's shift intensified, drawing me closer to Lyra. The air grew heavy with it, a primal pull that awakened something deeper than strategy.

They were hesitant, but slowly moved to let me take a look at her. Her lips were cracked but her hair was still neat. Her clothes had stains of Blood. It was a horrifying sight. And I suddenly broke down, not caring the pack members are looking at me. "Annabel...ANNABEL!" I cried. The 6 pack members shifted to their wolves and bowed to their Luna. I knew. I knew they needed to howl. "No. Don't. Stop! Don't!" I said in a hurry. They stopped in their tracks. They need to know Diana. They need to know Luna is dead. They mind-linked.

She pointed to her bowl of black glue. “Serves you right.” Lumiere clucked her tongue at Lystra. “It’s good that I’m getting all the good stuff.” She proudly lifted her bowl to them with silver glitter on top of her slime. “My slime looks good too! Look at it, it’s so fluffy with those blue glitters.” Fauzia joins in the bragging of her slime. Zariyah moved Fauzia’s bowl to show her bowl. “Mine is perfect---except for the rice,” she said proudly.