The Luna Choosing Games Novels & Stories

Luna went straight to the master's bedroom and changed into something sexy but comfortable took a glass of whiskey and headed to the garden not concerned what or where George was Luna paused at the fountain, letting the mist kiss her skin. Her eyes closed for a moment. She wasn’t made of stone. She felt his eyes from that window. Felt the tension in every room they occupied together. But she had learned long ago that the most dangerous game wasn’t played with power, it was played with silence. With patience. She would win this war without raising her voice. She would win by surviving it—elegantly, thoroughly, and untouched. Even if it killed him, after this was what she has been trained into

"You two know each other?" Calhoun stated more than asked. "Funny." "There's nothing funny about this, Alpha Calhoun." Lady Maddie said. "This girl has-" "Be careful," Calhoun warned, his demeanor getting serious. "She's not just any girl but the future Luna of the guardian pack." The lady swallowed what she had to say. "Lady Maddie must be replaced, I don't want my dear to feel uncomfortable. Leave." Calhoun ordered.

the old woman prompted. "Yes," responded Nadine, a woman with dark hair and a physique that exuded strength and agility, reminiscent of a warrior or a seasoned fitness instructor. Standing at 170 cm, her muscular frame was accentuated by the simple dark singlet she wore. "Luna Queen class refers to a special group of destined Lunas meant to support the Alpha King. Typically, they are bound to their own destined Alphas. However, if their destined Alpha perishes or is slain, these Lunas have the autonomy to choose which Alpha King candidate to support. They can even align with a non-destined Alpha from their own pack, aiding him in his quest to become the Alpha King.

Felt the moment when everything would change. Luna looked up at the Moon. At the cold, distant light. And whispered the only question that mattered. "What do I do?" The Moon did not answer. She never did. Luna was alone. The daughter of a goddess and a demon king. The bridge between realms. The abomination. The Heir. And in less than a month— She would have to choose. Her father's love. Or her pack's survival. *Both,* something whispered deep inside. Where demon blood and divine light warred for dominance.

“Alpha of Black Mist. I have bled for you. Killed for you. Built this pack from bones and rage. And I will keep doing it…alone if I must.” A murmur rippled through them, uneasy but reverent. “But you want a Luna.” I let the word hang, sharp as a blade. “So be it. In three nights, at the Great Gathering, I will search. If the moon goddess has a female worthy of standing at my side…one who won’t break under the weight of what I am…she will be found. If not…” My lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Then you’ll learn to live without one. Just like I have.”

“Your enemy is falling. And yet the true danger is what lies within you. You cannot run from it. But you can choose.” “Choose what?” “Power beyond imagining. Or destruction. Save him, and you bind yourself to me forever. Let him die, and you walk free. For a time.” My blood turned cold. “That’s not a choice.” “Everything is a choice, Luna.” I clenched my fists, the silver light of my magic flickering in the dark. “Why me?” I whispered. “Why now?” “Because you are the key. The last Luna Star. The Blood Moon chose you. And I will not be denied.”

I didn’t move it away. He stared at me like I’d just spoken a foreign language. “You’re serious,” he said. “I’ve never been more serious.” His jaw tightened. “You’re asking me to abandon my pack.” “I’m asking you to choose me,” I corrected. “That’s the same thing.” “Is it?” My voice sharpened. “Because you already chose them once.” Silence. He stepped back slightly, as if the weight of what I was suggesting had finally landed. “And what about him?” Marcus asked quietly. “You’re his Luna.”

She was learning them while they played. "Counter-game," Human Luna declared suddenly, manifesting her own board. "Better stakes! More fun!" Luna's seven aspects materialized—something we'd never seen before. They looked like the Genesis children but opposite—where Genesis children were creation fragments, Luna's aspects were probability incarnate. "Eight versus eight!" Luna's Authority-aspect announced. "Cosmic capture the flag!" "What flag?" Genesis asked. "That one!" Luna-Connection pointed at the goddess's still-imprisoned form. "You want to free her, we want to keep her. Whoever wins decides!"

That is what I love about Vivian. Sure she may be a spoilt, shallow, immature woman and yes she may not the brightest bulb but she is everything I want a woman to be. Submissive. Regina has always had too much willpower for my taste. But Vivian has always been easier to manipulate, to command, to control. And that's why she won the right to stand by my side as Luna. Regina can keep being the barbaric warrior she is. She can keep using her strength to bring my pack to it's true glory. She can keep thinking I would crown her as my Luna at the end of the war.

They could create new lives for themselves, be whatever they wanted to be. Whilst we were idly standing around waiting, Luca approached Alpha Bain and I. "Excuse me Luna." I was surprised to realise he'd come over to talk to me and not Alpha Bain. "I apologise that I haven't introduced myself yet. With all the chaos that has happened within the last few hours I haven't really found the right opportunity. I am Luca, Alpha Bain's Beta. It is an absolute pleasure to finally meet you." He summed up whilst bowing his head in a gesture of respect.