The Luna He Raised Novels & Stories

"Rowan drew you a picture. A wolf with a crown. He says it's you." "Your mother says the elders are asking questions. Corwin says if you don't sign a trade deal this month, the pack will start to worry." She pauses. "I could handle some of it for you, you know. As Luna, I could—" "You are not the Luna." My voice comes out flat. "Don't say that word again." My free hand has closed into a fist on the windowsill. I open it finger by finger. The line goes cold and silent. I hear her breathing.

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.

After scanning my appearance, his eyes shift with an angry glare towards Alana. “Why is she down here and not in her bed as she’s supposed to be?” His hand gestures towards me while he ignores speaking to me directly, which has my new inner voice getting angry. “It’s not my fault our Luna was up," she defends herself with a little bitterness in her voice, giving him a glare of her own. She’s the only one who dares to do so and weirdly the only one who seems to get his soft side as she never gets punished as the others would for that behaviour.

My mark is going to kill me if Father doesn’t. “Thank you, Father,” Luna Raven says. “I had a whole speech prepared, but then our little heir kept me up all night.” Laughter surrounds us. Eva pulls me up onto the wooden support around a tentpole, just high enough off the ground that we can see over the crowd’s heads.

Without saying a word and making use of my new powers, I took that mantle that Mother Luna placed on my shoulders. The light of her came back again, too striking. The eyes of all those present were put on the mantle. The amazement became present, but I had not yet finished chatting. "Mother Luna gave me a gift. I was supposed to use it only while I recovered my strength." Everyone gasped at the same time as noted, understanding. Did they dare judge and doubt a daughter of the moon? A predilection daughter, in addition. The protective mantle that Mother Luna gave me shone, proud to be shown. Mother Luna knew that I had not betrayed our encounter.

“Who among you is the—” Luna raised her hand even before the nun finished the question. “It’s… me,” she said in a low tone. She didn’t raise her head until she saw Sister Sola’s shoes in front of her. “Luna.” The nun let out a sigh and held out a hand. Biting her lower lip, she picked up the book and handed it to Sister Sola. The nun inspected it.

The luna cleared her throat reminding me of her presence and for the first time i,felt my heart miss a beat, i turned to her, she was still seated where she had been since the beginning of my delivery "i hate to interrupt this, whatever you're doing right now, but i think it's high time we talked business" she paused and i looked at my child, she was quiet, i wanted to remain calm but ana warned me otherwise. "you have a beautiful child, one that can keep you company for years, and me? Im just a lonely luna looking for someone to call my own, let's make a

When she was sure that Travis was deeply asleep, she attempted to lift Travis's arm that was wrapped tightly around her waist. However, just as she managed to lift his arm a few inches, Travis's body tightened against hers again, causing Luna to hold her breath and close her eyes once more. She was afraid that Travis might wake up as she was about to put her plan into action. Luna waited for a few moments, ensuring Travis was sound asleep before attempting to pull his arm away from her waist once more. She succeeded this time. Travis seemed to be deeply lost in his dreams. Slowly, Luna began to lower her leg off the bed and made her way to a nearby cupboard, retrieving a hidden knife.

And as the blood moon rises higher, painting everything in crimson, I hear it once more, a voice, low and mocking, carried on the wind. “Did you miss me? Ryder stiffens, he must have heard it too. The voice laughs. That very low, dangerous, and condescending laughter. “You should have stayed dead, Luna.” And with that, the trees beyond the gate explode in a flash of light. This confirms that he is back and this time, he isn’t a ghost.