The Silenced Luna Novels & Stories

With these last words I held my head high and as a Luna I had the power to do this, to punish her and send her away. Trying to steady my shaky breathing and aching muscles, I turned to see if I could find something to wear, while June quietly sobbed behind me. The door opened with a bang and Luke walked in with Ryan and Mila's mate behind. "What the hell happened?? And why the fuck is your Luna standing there naked?!" I felt thunder from Luke's voice echo around the room and it made me chuckle, he has no idea what's coming his way. "Alpha… Luna, was… she has…" Tyrell stumbles over his words trying to explain, while casting his eyes away from me.

She whispered ancient words under her breath words of protection, of apology, of promise. And in the quiet of night, when even the wolves outside had gone still… Selene stirred. A soft breath. A flutter of fingers. Luna was beside her instantly, kneeling but not touching. “Selene?” she whispered. Selene’s lashes fluttered open. Her eyes, blurry but conscious, locked onto Luna. Her lips moved slowly. “I… couldn’t breathe…” Luna exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “You’re alright. You’re safe now.”

The pack gathered, whispers like wind before a storm. Steel clashed with claws. Pain met fire. But Saelaith refused to fall. And as Lira’s eyes widened, she knew this Luna was no longer the rejected girl The cold wind carried memories I tried to bury. I closed my eyes and saw my old pack, my family. Faces I loved, faces that betrayed me. The night I was marked a failure. The moment everything shattered. But those ghosts fueled a fire inside me. I wasn’t their Luna anymore, I was my own. Vaeron stood alone in the moonlit hall. His hands trembled, a rare crack in his armor.

If the Council would ever let me go. But I knew one thing with absolute certainty: I was done being the silent, grateful Luna. I was done loving a man who’d never truly wanted me. Or our baby. My baby. I couldn’t shout Stop. I couldn’t say No. All I had were my hands and my will. So I used both. I closed my eyes and reached deep inside. I found the shimmering golden thread that connected us - the mate Bond, warm and constant and agonizing. I wrapped my mental hands around it and yanked. Hard.

"— very well, as expected from an Alpha who has a Luna without a wolf." "Watch your tongue, rogue..." Alexander butted in, his eyes flaring up in anger. "Don't you dare smear Dark Knight's Luna with that filthy mouth of yours!" "Then do your worse if you want my mouth shut." The rogue continued. "— that doesn't change the fact that your Luna is vulnerable even than an omega." "You asked for this, then so be it." Kenziel growled, tightening his grip around the rogue. The rogue let out a weak, ragged laugh, his body growing limp as Kenziel's grip began to suffocate him.

She smiled, a challenge, her teeth white and sharp. Last was Luna, an ethereal fantasy with platinum hair shaved close on one side. She was slender, almost fragile-looking, adorned with intricate silver body chains that draped over her small, pert breasts and looped around her narrow hips, drawing the eye to the delicate, waxed pink flesh they barely concealed. Her movements were shy, tentative, yet her gaze was intensely direct. “For you,” Silas murmured, nodding to a manager who hovered nearby. “A private viewing.”

"After your dad died. My Father became the alpha of this pack and changes its name to Silver moon pack. Before he died I promised him I will find you and will bring you back to where you belong. I have looked for you my whole life Alice." "What makes you so sure that it was me?" she asked confused and was trying to make sure that he didn't mistake her for someone else. "We are fated for each other. You are my mate, my Luna. I have your scent and I am more than sure that you are the real Aquila!" "Aquila? But I am no wolf, I am a human Ralph!" He smiled when he heard her utter his name the first time. "You have a wolf. Maybe your adoptive parents did something to your body so that your wolf w

Because I was puzzled to think of an excuse for him, that's what I said. I already know that, before I came here, I already searched on the internet about them. And I read that Alpha, especially the leader, needed to have Luna who is compatible with them. Gosh! He was a bit surprised by my question, but he just smiled and looked up at the sky. "I still don't. I don't look for her. I'm just letting fate cross our paths together. Because that's how we should meet our perfect mate." Based on what I've read on the internet, Luna is like a living queen too. Just offer the rest of your lifetime to your alpha, then you will have power too like them.

It was time. Moon Goddess, hear our prayer. Please let Dylan have my Alpha so he can be the Alpha of Shadow Moon so I can be Luna of Silver Stone. You mated me with Logan for a reason, but I cannot be Alpha of Shadow Moon and Luna of Silver Stone. And now we are going to have a baby, so please, PLEASE, let Dylan be Alpha. She sent her prayer up to the Moon Goddess and hoped that she would listen. Emma closed her eyes and let the light from the moon shine down on her. Nothing was happening.

She doesn’t look at me or say anything but instead walks to the counter where two trays of pastries are beautifully laid out. I follow her over and stop beside her. Her hands are resting on the tray in front of her, but she’s gazing out the window into the snow. “I know it’s a bit frightening to not remember exactly what happened in the cottage,” the luna started, “but Jacinda has never betrayed us. She has been quite helpful on several occasions, and our pack would not be as strong as it is today if it weren’t for her… generosity.” The cryptic way Luna Imogen was talking irritated me, but I held my tongue. If Jacinda had proven to be an asset, then we needed her