The First Luna Novels & Stories

I thought those days would last forever, but I never expected everything to change so quickly. When I was four, my father met his fated mate-Eliza Jackman. From that moment on, it was like he became a completely different person. His heart and mind were consumed by Eliza, and he seemed to forget that he still had a wife and two daughters waiting for him at home. That was the first time I truly understood the power of a fated mate bond. It was strong enough to make my father break his bond with my mother without hesitation, naming Eliza as the new Luna of Bluemoon Pack.

"No wonder you exude such power—being the true Luna has its perks, doesn’t it?" "We’re all here to support you," another chimed in. "We won’t let some lowborn Omega take your rightful place." "And look at Caius," said another. "He’s already showing dominance, even at such a young age! He’s the true heir to Serrowind Pack." The Beta teacher, her posture stiff, even bowed slightly. "Luna Virelle, let me know what Caius likes to eat. We’ll make sure the daycare caters to his tastes from now on."

I couldn't do shit, and it was driving me fucking insane. “The story of the True Luna is really a legend among the witches.” I heard the fucker’s voice. “I wasn’t even aware of it until a witch told me about it. The most fascinating thing about her is that she is stronger than any other wolf. She can’t be hurt or killed using wolfsbane or silver. She is indestructible and very valuable. She is the only creation on this earth that can share her abilities with others.” I heard gasps all around us. Our pack members didn’t know how special she was. We didn’t even know how special she was. We knew bits and pieces, but not this. If what this fucker was saying was true, then she was really extraord

Luna's first birthday was both a celebration and a reminder. One year down. Four years until the Awakening. We threw a party—half the continent's packs sent representatives, curious to see the prophesied child's first birthday. Luna loved it. She'd developed enough control to mostly prevent accidental power surges, though occasionally a present would unwrap itself or a balloon would pop without being touched. "Make a wish!" I encouraged as we brought out her cake—a massive creation decorated with silver wolves and a moon.

The moment her fingers made contact— Memories not her own flooded her mind. A woman. A wolf. Standing before hundreds of wolves, her presence commanding without fear. Selene. The First Luna. She wasn’t a ruler. She was a unifier. And the Council? They had once been her protectors. Before they betrayed her. Before they decided power was easier to control than unity. Lunaria staggered back, breath shaking. “They didn’t hunt her because she was dangerous,” she whispered. Kael’s voice was low. “They hunted her because she made wolves impossible to control.”

Our flames were one and the same. The pack howled as I approached him, and I could feel the vibration in my bones. My heart grew until I was afraid it would burst. I was getting closer to the future I had long dreamed of with each step. As usual, Kael steadied me with a rough, warm hand that closed over mine. The slightest smile, saved for me alone, curled his lips. "Selene," he muttered to himself. "My Luna." Tears stung my eyes, but I refrained from crying. Our souls were bound together and blessed by the officiant's words, which reverberated all around us. The chamber exploded with howls of approval as Kael finally put his lips to mine.

"Luna—that brand marks someone who has sworn loyalty to the First Enemy." "Who is the First Enemy?" Luna asked. "The being who created the Gate," Cassian said. Luna's whole body went very still. "Not the Moon Goddess," she said. "No," Cassian said. "Not Kairen," she said. "No," Cassian said. "Then who?" she asked. The assassin made a sound. The first sound they had made since the attack began. Low. Almost inaudible. Something between a laugh and a warning. And then they moved again.

His hands (not hands, never hands) drag across the surface of my soul like claws through silk. Soft. Cruel. Possessive. “Little star,” he murmurs. “I remember you.” A second voice tears through the dark. “You do not remember her. You remember me.” Silver fire erupts. The darkness recoils. The First Luna steps forward, her wings made of moonlight, her skin glowing with raw power. Her face is the beauty that hurts to look at — familiar in the shape of her jaw, the arch of her brow, the fury beneath her eyes.

Eliana's POV The messenger's words settled over the room like a warning no one dared to breathe through. I stared at him. Blood covered one side of his face, and his chest rose and fell with every desperate breath. His hands were shaking so badly that he could barely keep himself upright. "Say it again." His throat bobbed. "The First Luna has returned." The room seemed to grow colder. "The original Luna," he continued. "She's gathered the packs in the south. They're preparing to march against the Old Guard."

“Liora told us the first Guardian helped build the original shield.” “He did more than that,” Aric replied. “He gave First Light its second half.” Elena turned another page. An image emerged from the parchment. A woman with silver hair stood beneath a night sky, her hands cupped around a small sphere of golden light. Beside her stood a man wearing a dark cloak, one hand resting over his heart. The first Luna. And Caelan, the first Guardian. Their hands touched around the light. “The first Luna created the power,” Aric explained, “but she could not make it stable alone. First Light needed a second force, something that would stan