The Reborn Luna's Revenge Novels & Stories

Nadia POV "Why won't you believe me?!" I said in a frustrated tone, tears flowing down my face. Lucian looked at me with fury in his eyes. "Believe you? You think I'd believe a Luna who's accused of trying to poison my mate and kill our unborn child?" Lucian's voice dripped with anger, his gaze unwavering. "I didn't do it, Lucian. I love you, and I would never harm Lyra or the baby," I pleaded, desperation evident in my voice.

And her eyes widened to see several warriors blocking her way. She frowned and asked, “Why are you blocking my way?” “The Alpha had commanded us to take you to the dungeon, Luna. Please don’t make this hard for us,” the leader said. Nadine was aghast that Alpha Marcus would really resort to violence just because she confronted him about his affairs! “Okay, but can you pass a message to the Alpha?” she asked. “What is it, Luna?” “Tell him to go to Hell!” she relayed, and that final message of defiance provided justification to the Alpha in starving her for several days inside the dungeon.

I was happy and glad that I have a second chance as I would make sure I don't make the same mistakes twice. Since I know what will happen in the next two years, I will do all I can to change it. Although I believe that the memory of that time was real, I still planned on confirming it. I believe that this second chance is given to me by the moon goddess, and I will live to my fullest. With those thoughts in mind, I fell asleep, it wasn't long before I woke up with a panicked look on my face as the memory of that time when I caught Dawson having sex with Arielle filled my head. It was a nightmare and a memory I wish to forget.

When we met face to face, Sarah and I both froze in shock. She wore a pure white silk robe and brand-new deerskin boots, her hair cascading like a waterfall—clean and silky smooth. I wore a leather cloak that had rotted over twelve years, reeking of mildew and blood. My mane was tangled and matted, intertwined with dried grass and thorns, my skin roughened like tree bark from years of fighting and hard labor. It was as if she were the noble and elegant Luna, while I was merely a lowly, weak Omega.

Quinn gasps, staring at the matte-black urn in Luna's assistant's arms. "Take it back to the estate," Luna orders calmly. Her assistant nods and leaves. "Let's get in the car before the paparazzi find us." The time for secrets is over. As the limousine glides onto the highway, Luna calmly explains the true purpose behind her marriage to Nathan and the fabricated miscarriage. By the time she finishes, her parents' faces are ghostly pale. They are not angry. They are terrified. They have no idea their sweet daughter has carried such lethal hatred for five years. She has weaponized her body, her youth, and her marriage vows for revenge.

“Will the people I’m protecting be safe?” “The battle is over. They’re safe now.” “Then it doesn’t matter.” She squeezed my hand weakly. “I don’t need powers, Mama. I just need you.” Tears streamed down my face. “Okay, baby.” I nodded to Dr. Reeves. “Do it.” He placed his hands on Luna’s chest and began chanting. Power flowed from him into her. Luna screamed. Pure agony as Dr. Reeves tore apart connections woven into her soul. The silver light exploded outward, shattering equipment, throwing

felt afraid. The Luna has reclaimed her Pack! Elara is leading an army of "Archived Assets"—a messy, multi-genre rebellion—down to the "Distribution Hub" to hijack the multiverse's broadcast. But on Floor 0, the "Universal Underwriters" are preparing their final defense: a "Series Reboot" that will turn Elara's own army against her. Can she maintain the "Empathy Link" when her friends are being "Re-Written" into enemies?**

Where he brought death to their enemies, she brought life to her people. A rogue broke the line, lunging toward her, teeth bared. Nyx’s heart seized, Breathing stopped, movement became slow. But a warrior intercepted, slamming the beast into the ground. “Stay with the Luna!” he barked, his voice ragged with devotion. Luna. Again, the word rang out, this time not whispered, but shouted. Her throat tightened. She hadn’t chosen this, hadn’t asked for it. But in their eyes, she was already it. And she could not, would not, let them down.

‘We have to. I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. This is it - the moment I might die. I’ve always been a weak Omega, but now it’s time to step up as the Luna of my new pack. Time to be something...more. I take a deep, sticky breath and unsheathe my claws, my tail lashing back and forth behind me. Liam and I move in tandem, circling the zombie-dragon, each waiting for the other to make the first move.