The Luna Novels & Stories

With a sense of purpose, she chose the simplest sports car from Lorcan's garage and set off to the designated location, a breathtaking sanctuary nestled amidst lush forests and shimmering lakes. Arriving at the venue, Fedora felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. She stepped out of the car, taking in the grandeur of the surroundings. The air was filled with anticipation as the Lunas from various packs gathered, their eyes filled with curiosity and respect. They remembered Fedora as the radiant bride who had united with Lorcan, and now they looked forward to her presence among them. The meeting commenced with a formal introduction by Sylvia, the influential

“Good. And you understand why this is a need you must fulfill, rather than his Luna?” “The Luna is a co-leader of the pack. She trains the warriors and commands social events. And, when the time comes, she will bear the future heir of the pack. All honorable Alphas respect their Luna too much to act out their true fantasies on,” I said, echoing the words first said to me when I learnt of my fate.

She looked at Lorenzo with a frown. “Lo what are you doing out here so late?” But she didn’t give him time to answer because then she said: “Who is this wolf…..and why couldn’t I scent you?” Janine then shifted back. She bowed her head to Emily, as she was the Luna of the pack land they were on. Lorenzo was still staring. For one he was amazed at her wolf but also, Emily was standing there naked.

Thelma angrily handed me a document. “Luna. Tomorrow is the Luna ceremony of Blackwood and Black Fang, and they shamelessly sent you an invitation! They even requested a wedding gift from you on the invitation.” She explained to me while I read through the document. “They dared to invite me, so bring it on!” I handed the document back to her, looking at my figure in the mirror.

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.

My mate, Silas, is the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, and he has one unbreakable rule: After nine at night, if he's out handling pack night-frequency business, he doesn't take calls. I understood his loyalty to the pack, so for five years, I never disturbed him. Until last night, when I was driving alone past the riverbank and ran into a group of Rogues. In my panic, I activated the mindlink and begged him to save me. What answered me was silence. For a long, long time. When he finally picked up, he sounded a little exasperated: "Ivy, you know the rule." Then he cut the link. That night, I got out. I spent the night in the woods. It was his unbreakable rule, so I swallowed my hurt. Later, whil

For first time since beginning, someone needed her, not as light to see, but as table to hold. *"Table...? I... have been shining for everyone to see... but no one needed me to hold... everyone needed Dark to hold moons... but who holds Dark...? I can hold Dark... I am big enough... I was before Dark... I am table..."* Luna woke up, her eyes not brown, not black, not white, but clear, like Aarav's tenth color. Clear eyes that see everything, dark and light, bowl and table. She whispered, "I see... if Light is table... then what holds table...? Floor...? House...? Universe...?"

Alessandro listened, his eyes wet, his hands holding mine tighter, his heart beating fast, I could hear it in silent Room 2808, beating like drum. "Luna. Luna De Luca Sinclair. Named Luna because she was born at night, full moon, soft, quiet, like moon, second twin, born October 1, 2021, at 2:15 AM, 2.9 kilos, two minutes after Leo, quiet, not roaring, just staring at Mommy like she knew Mommy was tired. Four and a half, but draws like eight-year-old, sings like angel, talks to everyone, loves everyone, forgives everyone, even Vanessa, even though Vanessa is witch. She is not allergic to anything, she eats everything, she loves strawberry milk, she drinks three boxes a day, she loves pink, s

Cassian leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, that half-smile sharp enough to infuriate me. Silence fell as I took my place at the head. Elena spoke first. “The Luna’s… episode in the corridor has been witnessed by six guards. Attacking our own people. Uncontrolled power. She is no longer fit to stand as Luna. We demand she be restrained until the Trial—or removed from the position entirely. The packs cannot afford instability when Dominic’s forces are massing at the borders. Not when we are expecting a war. Murmurs of agreement. Vuk added, “My daughter Liora is prepared to step forward. She's Pure blood. A Proven loyalty. No… complications.”

An assistant jogged up with a card, handing it to Luna with an apologetic bow. She opened it. I can't undo yesterday. So I bought tomorrow's light. — K Luna read it twice. Then she laughed. Not a soft, polite laugh. Not a dismissive snort. A full, bright, unrestrained laugh that echoed across the courtyard and probably reached the ridge where Kael was undoubtedly watching. Dante looked down at her, his dark eyes warm with satisfaction. "Good. That's the correct response." "Is he serious?" she managed between giggles. "He bought a sun. A whole additional sun."