The Packs Luna Novels & Stories

"Witch! Try checking in your magic Crystal ball about upcoming events. Wouldn't Jessy Lycan be 17 years old in the human world?" The mage immediately nodded his head then checked his magic crystal ball. "Jessy Lycan?" Jason asked confusedly because she didn't know who his king was talking about. “Princess Jessy Lycan will be 17 in a few weeks and she will come to the world of wolves as the one who will help win the war. For the first time he will see you sir." King Alarick got up and the seat on the King's throne then opened the royal door with his magic wand.

Just as I’m about to say something, argue that I wasn’t that good of a girl, Laura comes back into the room, this time with a line of crew members and cameras behind her. She grins at us once we’re looking back at her, clapping her hands. “Alright guys, who’s ready to film Luna’s choice?!”

It all felt like one big barbecue party, with part of it being the welcoming party becoming the member of the pack. When Helena and I joined the crowd, we were received so warmly. Helena was the pack’s Luna, since Jackson hadn’t yet found a new Luna. She had already told me that I was her Luna, but since I wasn’t ready for that yet, we hadn’t shared it with the pack—and fortunately, no one else was pressing me about it. A small, two-level stage had been set up on the lakeshore so that the moon shone beautifully on everyone on stage. Jackson and Dave were already waiting on stage, and Mateo was walking toward us.

Margareth Pov I, as the Luna of Brown Iris Pack, never imagined that my pack would be a host of the yearly party. The idea ran through my mind since the pack that I took care of was not a top-tier one like the Apollo Pack. As I got ready with a dark blue denim dress, I went down the stairs with white high heels. Subsequently, I heard the voice of the beta of the pack, Blake, "Good morning, my Luna. Here are the details that we have got for the yearly party."

The couple exchanged vows, promising to love and protect each other till eternity. As the ceremony comes to a close, the pack begins to howl in celebration, their voices echoing through the forest. The newlyweds join in, their howls blending together in a beautiful harmony. As the night wears on, the pack dances and sings, celebrating the love between Alpha Altan and Luna Esen. It is a night that will be remembered for generations to come, a symbol of the enduring bond between werewolves and the moon.

Long enough to know that the Luna who stood before her was Luna Ariana Nathaniel, chosen to Alpha David Nathaniel who was the owner of one of the most flourished food companies in the world. “The reason why we are here is simple. It is about Luna Roland, she has no right to be part of us any longer as her husband is now deceased”, the luna declared. Daphne’s eyes darted over to the luna in question, Luna Helena Roland; she had tears in her eyes and did not look like her usual self.

He turned back to the pack. “Leah is the rightful heir of this pack. She is the granddaughter of our former Alpha. She must rule.” A wave of shock moved through the crowd. Kayden stepped forward. “But how will she rule the Emerald Pack while being the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack?” he asked. “We will be married soon. I need her by my side.” My chest tightened. I looked between them. Athena whispered, Two worlds. One queen. The old man stroked his beard thoughtfully.

“I'm so proud of you, Kitten.” Alpha Thorton walked up to the podium. “Lunas are an integral part of our packs and we are proud of all of you. None has been disqualified for this round. First, the Luna Doris of the Sacred Moon pack got eight points. Then Luna Astra of the Helium pack and Luna Bells of the Drakun pack with seven points. Luna Freda of the Tranus pack and Luna Reina of the Moonsbane pack with six points.” Several wolves cheered aloud at the announcement made, their Lunas made them proud by starting well.

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

Goddess, I hate distrusting a member of my own pack. We discuss some more pack business, this time without any challenges, and eventually I dismiss everyone, thought Mandy and a couple of the wolves stick around after the others have left. “What’s up with him?” she asks in a private mind-link to the small group around me. “I don’t know,” I reply. “But I’m going to watch him.” “There’s nothing wrong with you finding someone, you know,” she tells me. “Just saying. A pack is stronger with a Luna, and there’s really nothing wrong with it if she happens to be a human. The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes.”