The Nameless Luna Novels & Stories

“The baby wants you!!” Charlotte stopped sipping her wine. She was now staring into nothing. Thankfully my beta came into the scene and took her away. “Now who was that?” Riley asked. “Mmmm…she tugged on Nicholas' shirt and called his name affectionately. Do you need a prophet to tell you who she is?” Luna Chloe replied Riley. They had just met, they did not even know each other prior to this but gossip had already united them. “Oooohh…” Riley howled. My brother, Landon, shook his head.

"Why are you doing this? I am your Luna?" Alison Carter, Luna of the Rose Moon Pack, cried while clutching her side. Bleeding from her Alpha's claws. Her red long hair was now drenched with blood. Her sapphire eyes reflected her fear and disgust against the perpetrators.

Luna was crying silently . She didn't knew what wrong she did in her past life .She lost her family and lived a hard life as a orphan. Today she is caged and forced to marry a devil. why was her life so hard ? Why can't she live her own life peacefully.

The woman had a pair of mesmerizing blue eyes that were identical to the captivating blue eyes of Zavier. As she lifted her eyes to meet ours, we couldn't help but notice the warmth and tenderness that emanated from her small gaze. After much consideration, we collectively agreed to bestow upon her the name Luna. This choice was influenced by the captivating presence of the moon, which appeared to be a constant companion, observing and safeguarding us throughout our remarkable journey as a cohesive unit.

I could destroy, conquer, make Luna vanish entirely. The Obsidian Sons weren’t tools, they were extensions of my will. Soon, everything will now to me. I exhaled slowly, savoring the electricity of possibility, the raw potential of unbroken power. “Then let’s make our first move,” I whispered, not to the AI, not to Thorne, but to myself. As their awakened leader, there would be no turning back. "Luna, originally named Dahlia, recently turned Isla McRae, in Scotland. Can you help me find her son?" I asked, my voice steady, commanding.

"Who is she really? Why is she doing this?" Siron’s mother took a breath and sat in a broken chair. The light from the Soul Flower illuminated her weary face. "Luna is not her real name. She was born Liana, the daughter of a family of healers in a remote village. Since she was a child, she could see 'stains' on people's souls, trauma, sadness, anger. To her, the world was a painting covered in black scribbles."

And as the moon crowned her in silver light, Selene knew the story had ended as it must. She was not theirs to claim, not his to discard, not anyone’s to bind. She was her own. The White Wolf Luna.

I cleaned all the blood on his body, trying hard to stay focused since this was the second time I'd be seeing his body in the space of hours. “What happened?” I asked, wondering why his wounds wouldn't heal voluntarily. “Was it my advice that put you in this situation?” “No.” He chuckled, looking up at me as I stitched his body. His face got closer to mine, and it got several times harder to concentrate. I could feel my chest tighten as I swallowed hard. “What happened then?” I inquired, feeling very concerned. “I fought the faceless Luna.” He said, and my eyes widened. I don't know who that is, but she sounds scary.

The moon, casting its benevolent glow upon the trio, seemed to acknowledge the significance of the moment. "Perhaps," Maximus suggested, "we should name our celestial messenger. A name that embodies the unity of our packs and the strength of the moonlit alliance." Georgia, her eyes alight with agreement, spoke the chosen name with a sense of reverence, "Luna. A name that resonates with the moon's grace and symbolizes the unity we strive for." Maximus, compelled by a surge of emotion and the enchanting atmosphere, felt a profound connection with Georgia that surpassed the boundaries of leadership and alliance.

Luna also looked at the woman's legs. "What's your name?" Luna asked. "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Selena," she said, and Luna was slightly surprised, which Selena noticed. "Is there something wrong with my name?" Selena asked. "No, it's just that I have a bad impression of that name," Luna replied, making Selena smile awkwardly. "Never mind, I'm sure not everyone named Selena is as bad as I thought, especially not you," Luna answered, trying to smile at Selena.