Star-lord X Nebula Novels & Stories

Chapter Ninety Nine: The Alpha Celebration — A Luna Presented Ronan’s POV The dawn broke quietly over the pack grounds, but inside me, a storm raged like thunder. Today was the day. The day of the Alpha celebration. The day I was supposed to stand before my pack and claim not just the title, but my place beside my Luna — Selene. But she was nowhere to be found. ⸻ The grand hall was already alive with noise when I entered. The air buzzed with chatter and laughter, the scent of incense and roasted meat thick and heavy.

Light exploded outward in emerald and gold supernovas, touching every corner of creation with pure, unfiltered love and lust. When the frenzy finally softened into glowing afterglow, the chamber was a vast tangle of satisfied bodies. Vespera lay in the center, curled against my chest and Silas’s side, her body flushed and radiant. Sable nestled between Draven’s powerful thighs. Lorien and Wren rested entwined, fingers still lazily teasing each other. Rook’s massive arms sheltered as many as they could reach. Vespera looked up at me with shining, exhausted eyes. “The Nexus… it’s alive now. Breathing with us.”

Their battle tears holes in reality itself, but through those holes, I hear something remarkable—echoes of my symphony, reflected and amplified by the very fabric of existence. "Now!" Luna shouts, his prophetic sight piercing through the chaos. "The pattern—it's complete! But we have to do it together!" Finally understanding, Xander lets go of his desire for control. His power joins with mine, adding new depths to the cosmic song. Luna's vision provides the perfect harmony, weaving all possible futures into a single, transcendent note.

"If you hadn't been hogging that position, Damon would have been mine long ago! Why do you get to be Luna by birthright, to command an entire pack with your noble blood and perfect fur, while I can only be a florist who has to budget for a single necklace?" Yuna pursed her lips. "If you wanted that place, you could have fought for it. Instead, you used someone else's child as a prop, someone else's pup to pay your debts, silver dust and fire to kill. Vera, you're not pitiful. You're cruel." Vera's face twisted in rage at the words. She lifted her launcher and fired a short, silver-coated needle straight at Yuna.

“I think she didn’t die, she is back. I said and he took a swift turn to look at me before signalling with his hand asking who was back. “The rightful Luna of the Pack and betrothed to the Alpha Karl is back but the only thing is she has lost her memory and can’t remember anything, I even heard Alpha Karl call her Avery I guess it’s a name he gave to her to have an identity,” I said waiting for a reaction because we had somehow plotted and I had made sure to do the job of taking Naya Rose the supposed Luna out and so she wouldn’t ever come back but I was wrong I didn’t kill her.

What captivates my attention is the intricate design that adorns the pendant: a small, twinkling star attached at the bottom, nestled in the curve of the crescent moon. “So beautiful,” I said, my voice full of awe and wonder. “Thank you, Adrian.” My eyes met his. “Thank you for everything.” As I held the chain in my hands and was about to fasten it around my neck, it slipped through my hands, but before it could hit the ground, Adrian, at lightning speed, caught it in his hand and extended it towards me. “Thank you,” I said, flushed with embarrassment as I met his gaze. Our hands touched, and suddenly electric jolts shot through my body, sending shivers down my spine. My breath stuck in my t

The Star-Liner was exactly like a cruise ship, the main deck was even exposed to majesty of space, with the atmoshell, a transparent energy field that held in the heat and air as well as protected them from the harms of the cosmos. Nya stepped out onto the deck wearing an emerald green bikini with a green wrap around her waist that contrasted her scarlet lochs. her prime crest on her back was masquerading as a tattoo, in a birdlike design. She makes her way to the bar and sits at a counter, "One Cosmic Blue," she ordered from the menu "At once, miss," the bartender said as he went to prepare her drink.

She was the best and only mate I would have and no one else. As I finished my speech which was longer than anyone else. We were ready to bury her so she became one with the earth. But before we could do that, an unknown woman walked into the funeral room, “What are you guys doing?“ The woman asked in a confused tone. “Sorry, we are not seeing anyone today, we're having a funeral for the Luna.” A fellow warrior said. “Funeral?... for who?“ She questioned “Our Luna, Jackqualine Moon” Jacob answered.

"The First Luna has claimed the ash. To relight the fire, you must provide the fuel. A life for a life. A Queen for a Hive" "I am not giving you my soul, Silas," I said, my emerald eyes turning into lethal points of white light. "We do not want your soul, Sun-Walker," Silas countered. "We want the Star-Child. She is the only one whose light is pure enough to burn the First Luna’s code into the very marrow of the world". The Hive of Silence flooded into the chamber—hundreds of black-grey wolves, their bodies creating a wall of soundless static. They didn't attack; they simply stood, their presence a weight that threatened to snuff out the very air.

"Oh I believe it, I do." "Hi. Um... This is Silas, he is the Cornbraid’s general." We heard Arthur say, his eyes looking briefly at Elsa who looked away immediately. That was weird. But my attention was caught by the handsome man who stood in front of me, his smile charming me at that moment. I tried to control my facial expression, I didn't want to seem too impressed. For crying out loud, Arthur stood there. "Hi, I'm Nia, and that's Elsa. Nice to meet you." I said and Elsa waved at him, and he waved back. His eyes never leave mine. At that moment, I knew we were on the same page. Attraction.