The Luna He Raised Novels & Stories

“ I will mom but…..even thought my husband is a billionaire , you raised your daughter to be way independent for relying on her billionaire husband . “ said LUna with a sarcastic tone , making her mother laugh a little . “ Luna , I noticed that your eyes are a bit puffy and red . Did you cry ? “ asked madam Lydia . Luna smiled as she sighed . ‘ Mom is always like this . She talks to me happily to cheer me up first then asks what’s wrong with me . The best mom in the world to lift my mood up first then ask questions . ‘ thought Luna to herself with a smile . “ I am alright mom . I just watched a movie that had a pretty sad ending . “ said Luna . “ A movie ? Why did you watch a sad movie ? Tha

"What do you mean, Ayla?" "I mean I can't perform the sacred ceremony to pray for and raise Mireya as a Luna." Ayla dared to look into Usher's eyes and finished her statement. "As long as I and the entire pack live, we recognize only Vione Celestia Munest as the Luna of Alpha Usher Thorne." *

It was then that the Luna tentatively raised her hand. Gratitude warmed my voice. "Luna, your willingness is a gift." Her memories unfolded before me – a relentless suitor repelled, her initial fury upon discovering their fated bond, and the bitter realization of his philandering past. Then came a shift, the joy of motherhood, the tranquility of her gardens, her life blooming. "Your gardens are a testament to your spirit, Luna," I mused, my voice soft but clear. "Their story is one I'd cherish learning by your side."

Yet, deep within the woods, the shadows murmured an alternate truth. Luna had risen. And the world would be forever altered.

Stopping beside him, she spoke calmly, “Is there anything I can help you with?” Her eyes softened slightly as she continued, “I am the Luna. I’m supposed to help you carry the responsibilities of the pack.” For a brief moment, silence filled the area around them. Aurora waited for Damien to answer. But he said nothing. Instead— Cassandra laughed softly. A mocking sound. Aurora slowly turned toward her. Cassandra crossed her arms elegantly before speaking. “Who do you think you are?” Aurora’s expression hardened slightly. Cassandra stepped closer.

Surprisingly, her blood showered on the army of black ants. "Luna! Are you okay?" Leena said worriedly and jumped down beside Luna. "I'm okay, Leena. It’s just a minor wound and not life-threatening. Let's get this over with and get the stone." Leena nodded and helped Luna to stand up. Her wounds quickly healed. Luckily, Luna can heal herself fast because of her white flames.

“They took you. That’s all we need to know.” “He didn’t take me. He didn’t hurt me. He’s the only one here who was even a little bit kind. Now stop them!” “No can do, Luna. He needs to pay for having his men kidnap you.” “Oh for f*ck’s sake.” I throw my hands in the air. “STOP. NOW. ALL OF YOU!!!” I let my Luna aura out. I don’t really understand it, but I do know it feels like a wave of energy rolling off of my body

I wasn't paying close attention to the merchant until I heard my name. He didn't say it like a weapon. That was the thing. He said it like a piece of news he had picked up in the city and hadn't thought twice about. "There's talk about your Luna, actually," he said, to no one in particular. "In the capital. Word is she was placed here because there was nowhere else for her to go. The Alpha took her as a courtesy." He reached for his cup. "A rejected girl with no other options. Bit sad, really."

"Luna, stay with me!" Luna struggled to rise, her vision blurred by the pain. As her strength waned, her mind faltered, and she could hear whispers, enticing her to succumb to the darkness within her. But then, Nova's words echoed in her mind. A new era, her true destiny. She couldn't allow herself to be consumed by the darkness. Not now, when everything was at stake. Drawing upon the love and resilience within her, Luna pushed through the pain and staggered to her feet. Her eyes locked onto Darius, burning with determination.

“And I will not beg nobles who refuse to support their own kingdom during crisis.” Bob’s smirk disappeared. “You misunderstand your position,” he said quietly, pointing fingers. I felt the way Paula glanced at me, like she was asking for permission to bounce on him. I stepped forward. “I understand it perfectly,” I replied. “I am the Luna. My duty is to protect this kingdom and its people, not to stroke the pride of men hiding behind coin and titles.” Bob laughed, holding his chest. “A Luna without an heir is no Luna at all,” he said coldly.