The Perfect Luna Novels & Stories

Alright, come on man snap out of it. “Luna,” I reply bowing in show of respect. “P-please call me Artemis or Art,” she stutters. I guess I’m not the only one affected. Does she too feel the attraction? We all go to sit down when Logan asks her to cover up, and holy shit she has the most perfectly rounded butt. Goddess Selene forgives me, but you put everything you had into creating your daughter. FUCKKK! Then I noticed these two assholes gawking at her, that soured my mood quick. They both noticed and raised their hands up in surrender.

"They're half-animals after all, we can't deny that. Selena! Are you still there?" "Yes, I'm still here listening to your conversation. What is it, Ravijojla?" A voice answered Ravijojla's question softly. From the origin of the voice emerged a woman wearing a white dress with a crescent moon mark on her forehead "I think your Luna should return to his family. We have finished talking." "Come on, Edith. We have to go back!"

There were notes of sandalwood and tobacco, mixed with leather and a wispy note of something sweet. My hand was on the handle, seconds away from turning it. It hit me just then, the realization that in a perfect world, I was destined to become Luna. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t picture it. The scarred, shunned little girl an actual Luna, standing tall and proud as she addressed her people, her powerful mate at her side. It was a dream—an absolute dream I never would’ve thought possible for myself, and some part of me was furious at Hael for ruining it.

Smiling Mason laughed, "How can I possibly be the host of the evening without my hostess?" "Hostess?" Danica squeaked out as Mason reached an arm around her waist. "Yup," Smiling he began leading her into the crowd. As they passed group after group of people Danica couldn't help but feel people's questioning gazes on her. Of course they would be curious after all she was cuddled up to their Alpha. She couldn't help but find herself wondering exactly what their reaction would be once they found out that she was their future Luna. Would they be upset by the notion? Would they easily accept her? What if they were to find out that she isn't able to change? Would they want a Luna like that?

Remembering how I had cast my pride aside to secure their survival, disgust twisted their faces. "If our Luna has to get down on her knees and kowtow for medicine, I'd rather just die of illness!" someone spat. "If it weren't for Miss Elena that time, we really would have died! A weak she-wolf like Sheilah doesn't deserve to be Luna!" No! That's not how it happened! Back then, I had stood before the Black Forest pack gates and endured a brutal, bloody trial by combat just to win those herbs. I had collapsed from sheer exhaustion after the duel, only for Elena to swoop in and steal my credit yet again.

The curtains were drawn, allowing only thin strips of moonlight to spill across the bed, painting everything in soft silver. His fingers traced invisible patterns along my bare arm, slow and deliberate, as though he never wanted the moment to end. “Stay with me,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “You don’t need anything else, Aria. Not your pack, not the throne. Just me.” I smiled, tilting my head to look at him. Damon had a way of speaking that made everything sound certain like the future was already written, and all I had to do was step into it.

It was the only thing that made sense. I was perfect in bed. Every warrior in this pack could swear to it in their lives. I knew exactly how to move, how to arch my back just now they liked it, how to moan at the perfect pitch to send shivers down a man’s spine, how to ride him until his eyes rolled back and he forgot every problem title. I had kept them all loyal for years. Keep them talking, keep them feeding me every secret in the pack so that when I finally became Luna, I would already control everything from the shadows. And what did she have?

And tonight, I had dragged him into a lie I hated almost as much as the truth. “Is she settled now?” I asked. His jaw moved slightly before he answered. “Yes.” Silence hummed between us. Aria. The omega I’d last properly noticed years ago, quiet, unobtrusive, a shadow among wolves. Now… Luna in name only. A mask my people needed. A sacrifice I had demanded. Because Crescent Stone must not fracture. Because Selene must be protected — even in her absence. I exhaled slowly. “Good.” He nodded once.

“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.

The scent of warm flesh filled the air as it melted off her teeth. Another werewolf was watching her hunt from hiding, seeing the rogue kill the wolves so brutally. He was hiding behind a tree and was quite impressed by her. He bent his ears and lowered his tail. He had never seen a she-wolf in his entire life who was so fiery while fighting. He had decided to make her his Luna in his heart. Her wolf form is fierce and brave, a ferocious wolf who could be an Alpha someday. She has also lost her innocence and the desire for revenge, but there are still things she needs to learn about herself.