The Nameless Luna Novels & Stories

I let it drop to the concrete at my feet. It hit with a quiet sound, swallowed by the silence that had fallen over the pit. I didn't need it anymore. Not after this. Not after Mira had ripped the last of the pretense away in front of a hundred people. Zane was out there somewhere. Watching. He always was. So I looked up at the crowd, bare-faced, dual bloodline still blazing behind my eyes. I spoke. "My name is Luna Ghost." I let the words carry, the way Zane had taught me, with weight, with authority, with the full force of what I was underneath the skin.

Here's a little cheat sheet for the packs. Alpha Merrick and Luna Gracelyn - Harvest Moon Alpha Zion (currently unmated but that may change soon;)) - Blue Moon Alpha Aydin and Luna Tessa - Waning Moon Alpha Kolter and Luna Kinsley - Waxing Moon Alpha David and Luna Christina - Silver Moon ......................................................... “So,” she continued, her tone lighter, “with that being said, Blood Moon pack will not be a part of this war and I will be keeping a close eye on them.”

The windows were open, and I could hear Selena talking inside. "It’s good that he has come for you," a woman’s voice said. It sounded like Selena’s mother. "Now, you will become the Luna, and you will get all the power you want." I froze, my heart hammering in my chest. What? My mind raced as I strained to hear more.

A month later, Wolvent and I held our mating ceremony. It was huge—packs from everywhere showed up. Alphas came to curry favor, drawn by Suncrest's power and the strength of the Moonshade bond. Wolvent held my hand, proudly introducing me. I was now the Suncrest heir—and the Luna of Moonshade. Together, we'd united the two most dominant packs out there. A force no one could ignore. Eyes followed me everywhere—some full of awe, others dripping with envy. "Celina!" The shout cut through the party.

“If my blood carries their mistakes, it also carries their intentions. Their oath to balance storm and stone. I can choose to keep that, even if I refuse to repeat their arrogance.” Kerran nodded slowly. “A new kind of First,” he said. “One who remembers the cost.” Luna tucked the bundle closer to her chest. “Not First,” she said quietly. “Not yet. Maybe not ever, as a title. I am Luna. Nexus. Runt-turned-storm. That is enough names for one wolf.” She turned toward the open archway. The rain had eased to a fine mist, the world beyond the gate washed clean. The den still loomed, scarred and stubborn.

She had a feeling that the lamia was about to reveal something groundbreaking! The lamia looked at Luna’s eager eyes and smiled. “What is your name, girl?” “My name is Luna Crestfall.” “Luna... That’s a good name. I’ll call you Luna.” The lamia nodded and began to tell, “Luna, the origin of the Lamiai clan is from a hidden history many years ago.” At those words, Luna could not help but straighten up.

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

My small form just couldn’t cope. “You may stand.” Said Sebastian Phantomhive and I sighed with relief, doing as he said I could whilst he continued; “Now, we want you to tell us more about yourself, about your family. I will know if you are lying.” I frowned, unsure why they wanted to know; shouldn’t they already know about me? Haven’t they looked into my past? I shook my head, my voice low and soft. “There isn’t much to tell, my name is Luna, my mother was Sarah and her maiden name was Rollins. I don’t know who my father is.”

"I wouldn't change anything either, my life has been worth living since you appeared in it, my beautiful Luna Queen, my mate, I love you Georgina my Fearless Luna." "I love you my mate , my Alpha King." END

My chest ached. “For generations, we waited,” the Luna said. “Through chaos, through broken leaders, through prophecy spoken in fear instead of hope.” She lifted her eyes to me. “But tonight… the mountains whispered your name.” A ripple of sound moved through the crowd. “My name?” “Aurora,” she said. “Dawn-breaker. Light that follows the longest night.” My wolf stirred, stunned and quiet. “We do not crown you tonight,” she continued. “You have not claimed the throne. You have not finished your trials.”