Solyluna Nudes Novels & Stories

I smiled. "Alright pumpkin, I'll have to go now, be ready by 6pm" he said and ended the call. I breathe out. I pray the meeting goes well. Even I'm very sure his father won't like me. I'm an illegitimate child and also wolfless. How would he want a Wolfless girl as a Luna for his son. No alpha would allow that. Lunas are supposed to be strong and powerful in order to support the alpha in ruling the pack. No one wants a weak fellow standing behind their alpha.

I wrote the names of my fallen, swallowed moonstone ash, stood naked before the Hollow One. “You want a vessel?” I said. “I want revenge.” It did not nod. It only entered me. And thus was born the Shadow Luna. They crawled from the ruins. Fur like soot. Eyes like dying stars. Not alive. Not dead. Drawn only to me. One licked my hand. Its tongue was fire. “My Luna,” it rasped. I had made my own pack. And they would obey no one else. She waited by the blood tree. Still loyal. Still afraid. I stepped from the shadows.

Caden had already slipped beneath the surface, his dark hair slicked back, his golden eyes, visible just above the waterline, fixed on her like a hunter watching his prey. But this wasn’t a hunt. It wasn’t a chase or a conquest. It was worship. Our mate—our Luna—was breathtaking. She wore a simple white silk slip that clung to her body, a ghost of a garment that, now soaked, was nearly transparent. It floated around her like a second skin as she waded deeper, the fabric clinging to her thighs, her hips, outlining every perfect curve. The moonlight caught on the wet silk, making it shimmer like spun silver, turning her into a living myth, a siren from a pack legend. Her laughter echoed, brigh

OLIVIA’S POV I floated in the pool, my body weightless, the water lapping cool against my skin, my breaths slowing as the sun dipped low, painting the sky orange. Lucien stood at the edge, his chest bare, his jeans slung low, water dripping from his hair, his green eyes glinting with a heat that hadn’t faded. My legs trembled, weak from him—his dick, thick and relentless, pounding me raw just minutes ago, his release still warm inside me, a thrill I couldn’t shake. I’d craved this for two weeks—him inside of me, by the pool, a fantasy I’d teased into life today and now I wanted more of him.

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

I was just fifteen my wolf still a restless, half formed shadow. I was running towards the stone fountain, my heart hammering against my ribs because I had heard the scream. “Mum… mummm!” I screamed as I kept running at my best pace. I kept hearing the gurgling, desperate sound of someone losing their fight for air. I burst through the Willow branches and froze. My mother Miranda,the rightful Luna, the woman who had birthed me, was pinned face down in the freezing water of the fountain. Her fingers clawed weakly at the stone lip, her silver hair floating like dead weeds.

Gush! The moon was full, the calm breeze flashed into my face. I took slow steps into the quiet place. The gentle sound of night insects pierced the air. I saw a fireplace. I walked to the place and sat. My eyes fell on the phones and headset on the floor. I knew someone must be here. But I didn’t mind. I sat down beside the flames and enjoyed the warmth it made me feel. A calm song “Lonely” by Justin Bieber was blaring from the stranger's phone. I sat there and enjoyed the moment.

Why was I even born? Why do they all despise me? Why does being near me make the Luna tremble? If I had a wolf—if I had any power at all—I’d say: “Oh my, imagine being me—a mere Omega—and making the Luna shake in fear.” The thought made me snort out a laugh before I could stop myself. Luna Ashley, the human-sized can of spray tan, with her bottle-blonde hair brushing her ass, lashes thick enough to fan a wildfire, and an orange glow that made her look like a dehydrated carrot dipped in glitter.

, “ im going to get you little wolf “ , the rain pouring snapped me out of it leaving me questioning everything , all my life I thought that was a dream but her scent was so familiar , could it be her ? . I mind linked Nate “ find everything you can on an Ayla Ivory “ The humm of servers was the only sound in the hotel room , Nate my beta stood beside me scrolling through hacked human records , and Luna registry’s projected onto the wall . “ it’s like she didn’t exist before she was eight “ he muttered , “ No school files , no medical data , nothing just a fake adoption record leading to a dead woman “ I clenched my jaw “ someone went to a lot of trouble to hide her “ . The image on the scre

"Mama!" Cristo and Sola throw themselves into Luna's arms as she hits her knees in the dirt outside our home at The Site, heedless of the damage she's doing to her silk trousers. I think she said they were Valentino or something. I don't usually pay attention to the brands unless they're sexy enough that I want her to do a little extra shopping.