The Disdained Luna Who Rose Alone Novels & Stories

‘You wont get away with this Luna,’ the oracle said bitterly. ‘As if you will be there to witness that,’ Luna said before she went back to where the oracle stocked poisons. She picked up a bottle and went to where the oracle was helplessly lying on the ground. She forced the liquid into her mouth before she coughed blood and breathed her last. ‘Goodbye my friend in crime,’ Luna said before she stealthily walked out. Back in town, Alma and Damien were having lunch at a top hotel when she received a call from Elise, she had just landed back from her honeymoon. Alma dropped everything and stood up.

he says, nodding his head. “Please call me Kate,” I say, taking a sip of the orange juice. He says nothing, just walks away. I look to Troy and Jake as they glance at each other before turning to me. “What?” I ask. "The only person who will call you Kate is Troy. To the rest of the pack, you are Luna. It is seen as disrespectful to call the Luna by her name.” Jake explains. “But I am not a Luna, not yet anyway,” I say. Troy stops messing with the pile of papers and looks at me.

,jack defended her before she could think of an answer. "many men have died because they rejected the luna, some of you know about all this but kept quiet while others didn't know and were dying in ignorance, the last was greg, a very fine man with a good heart, who was brave enough to tell the luna he couldn't be a part of her sex slaves anymore, he wanted to be free, he wanted to be with his mate alone but she couldn't take it, she could not understand how a luna like her would be rejected over and over again, bitterly he killed him, murdered him in cold blood since he wanted to be free, perhaps and i know it is our hope and prayer that he finds rest and freedom in the after life, even tho

The fear in his gaze turned to a fierce, blazing pride. I had fallen. I had failed. But I had gotten back up. The Eclipse Luna was back. And she was not here for the past. She was here for the future.

“Ms. Luna, she’s the only daughter we have left, you wouldn’t… you wouldn’t just watch coldly as we lose her?” “Exactly.” Beside him, Natasha wiped her tears. “We can’t live without Aura…” Standing under the sunlight, Luna looked at the elderly couple in front of her, feeling dizzy and disoriented. The disorientation pierced through her mind like a needle. A few short seconds later, she massaged her temples, raised her eyes, and looked at them. “The only daughter you have left? So to the two of you, Luna Gibson is as good as dead?”

Every day in that first week, we lose more pack members because they can’t live without their mate. Luna Calista was one of those. I had taken it upon myself to stay with her, knowing that Aunt Cara was still in the hospital. Luna Calista's devastation at losing Alpha Anders was so great that she barely held on for 24 hours. I was there with her at the end. It was the middle of the night and it was just her and I. She had stopped crying and a smile had spread across her face. “Lily,” she had whispered. “I’m Malin, Luna,” I said to her, but her eyes had been glazed over, unseeing.

As Naida stared at what was left on the floor, tears began to run down her face and her cheek began to burn and swell. Naida was an orphan, so when she found out she was the fated mate to Rylan, the 5'11" mean Shadowmoon alpha with short black hair and brown eyes, she had thought it was a blessing. She had always heard stories about how a Luna could make her pack's life better by giving birth to strong, healthy pups. But that dream was short-lived. At first her in-laws treated her well, but after Rylan's parents' mysterious deaths, he changed. He grew cold and distant, spending much of his time with Lilith, his new mistress. It seemed as though he had forgotten her own existence.

She was a target, and targets could fight back. “They’re trying to rewrite the narrative,” she said, scrolling through another wave of posts, “to make it look like I’m… unstable. Like I’m just a puppet in your empire.” “And what are you?” Adrian asked, voice low, deliberate. “A puppet? Or the queen of your own story?” Luna’s gaze hardened, fueled by a sudden clarity. “I’m no one’s puppet.” “Exactly,” he said, his eyes catching hers, intense and grounding. “Then let’s show them. Not with whispers, not with denials, but with absolute truth.”

As the Elder stared at me, waiting for me to continue, the words came tumbling out. “My husband made me undergo a ritual,” I said, forcing the words past the knot in my throat. “He said my warrior powers made me unfit for the role of Luna. That I didn’t need them.” My fingers curled against my dress. “He said that a Luna was supposed to be kind, elegant, and act as a motherly figure for the entire pack. Not a warrior who wields weapons and acts like a man. I was so desperate for his approval that I foolishly obeyed his words,” I said, my mind full of anger at my past self for being so gullible.

* Power exploded outward—raw, uncontrolled, grief made manifest. The ground *shattered.* Holy Clan warriors near the blast were thrown backward, shields cracking. Cassian stumbled. Luna rose. No longer crying. No longer broken. *Incandescent.* Her crescent blazed so bright it cast shadows at midnight. The white wolf surged forward—still incomplete, but *present,* fur rippling across her arms, her spine, her face. She was not mortal anymore. Not even pretending. "You killed her," Luna said. Her voice echoed.