The Silenced Luna Novels & Stories

It’s clear that I’m just a token of Evander’s past. I begin to weave my way through the crowd as subtly as possible, picking up snippets of chatter as I do. Everyone seems to have already accepted Mira as Evander’s new Luna–and, as I’m hearing over and over again, she’s a much better match for him than “that sickly deaf woman.” Word after word hits like a punch to the gut. “You’re such a lovely couple!” Comments one simpering woman and she approaches Evander a Mira. “Mira, that dress is absolutely stunning,” a young girl gushes. “Please, who’s your stylist?”

So close Luna could feel the vibration in her chest. Then silence. Worse than the noise. Because silence meant waiting. Planning. Attacking.

Nine of the most powerful Lunas in North America, each one radiating authority that makes my skin prickle. I recognize a few from research-Luna Victoria Sterling from the East Coast packs, Luna Helena Blackwood from the Southern coalition, Luna Diana Frost from the Northern territories. The others are equally formidable. And in the gallery behind them, I spot the Conservative Alpha block. Alpha James. Alpha Marcus. Alpha Richard. All watching with undisguised hostility. Kael’s hand finds the small of my back, a possessive, grounding touch. “You’ve got this,” he murmurs. “Mr. Thorne,” Luna Victoria speaks, her voice like silk over steel. “Please take your seat in the gallery. Luna Sage will p

I had abandoned the severe buns and professional glasses; my hair fell in dark waves over my shoulders, and the silver Mark on my neck was proudly visible above the collar. ​Silas entered the room, looking like a storm wrapped in a bespoke tuxedo. He stopped behind me, his gaze meeting mine in the reflection. He didn't say a word; he simply reached out and clipped a heavy, platinum necklace around my throat. It was embedded with a single, raw Lunar Stone—a stabilizer I had designed to act as a buffer for the Council’s resonance fields. ​"Ready, Luna?" he asked, his voice a low, possessive rumble.

"You two know each other?" Calhoun stated more than asked. "Funny." "There's nothing funny about this, Alpha Calhoun." Lady Maddie said. "This girl has-" "Be careful," Calhoun warned, his demeanor getting serious. "She's not just any girl but the future Luna of the guardian pack." The lady swallowed what she had to say. "Lady Maddie must be replaced, I don't want my dear to feel uncomfortable. Leave." Calhoun ordered.

She smiled mischievously. “This is Daciana Whitemane. The murderer of Moana Whitemane, the Luna to be. My mate! She was killed by her own stepsister out of jealousy and now she would pay for her crimes! This is a warning to whoever wants to commit an offense that the pack won’t hesitate to punish you!” he yelled.

“I know what I saw. She didn’t realize I was watching, and I’ve kept quiet all this time because… I didn’t want to make things worse. I’m terrified!” “But why would Luna Rosalia do something like that to Lynn?” Kira asked, bewildered. “Doesn’t she love her own daughter?” “I don’t know…” Zaya shook her head over and over, clearly distressed. I took a breath before speaking my theory aloud. “Luna wasn’t trying to kill Lynn. She wanted to silence her.” The realization tightened my chest the longer I thought about it.

“SILENCE,” I command out. And the room goes quiet. I noticed Liv stood up too. But not to come over to my side. She left the small stage and walked towards the Alpha that had forced his Luna down. When she gets over to them, Liv Squats down and looks at the Luna, who can not be much older than herself. “Are you okay?” her sense her asking. But the Luna doesn’t answer or look up, and Liv stands up, looking at the standing Alpha.

Silent Luna's partial divinity through lunar connection provided buffer, but five minutes might still be too much. "I'll monitor," Dimitri promised, light ready to intervene. They sat facing each other, hands clasped. Lyra's concentration was absolute, every fragment of consciousness focused on not destroying this brave, quiet girl who offered connection without words. One minute passed. Then two. By third minute, something shifted. They weren't just touching—they were communicating. Silent Luna's muteness prevented verbal exchange, but something deeper was happening. Understanding without words, connection beyond language. "*She's showing me her memories,*" Lyra whispered in amazement. "*Ho

The siren song, echoing through the walls, chilling my bones. "Luna!" I shouted, racing down the hallway, panic gripping me like icy claws. Finn's voice came frantic from one of the rooms. "Mom!" I burst through the bedroom door, stumbling to a halt at the sight before me. Luna lay on the bed, tiny body shaking violently, her long hair spread like dark silk over the pillow. Her eyes were wide open—glowing softly with a faint, eerie blue-green light—and the song spilling from her lips was ancient, heartbreaking, powerful. She was convulsing, her small fingers clenched tight in the sheets.