The Silent Luna Novels & Stories

' Dominus asked looking at our faces in confusion. 'Why are you silent Grandma Gina?' Dawn asked seeming disturbed at Grandma Gina's sudden silence. 'Am I on speaker?' Grandma Gina asked. 'Yes, we are all here listening to you,' Dominus answered. 'Dawn, I am sorry if my silence disconcerted you. I am just worried that you might not be able to fulfil your destiny right beside Maureen if you have to be the Luna of a pack,' Grandma Gina said explaining her sudden silence. 'That is where the confusion comes in Grandma,' Dawn said.

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.”

"If you command them, even once, you’ve reopened the Grave in your own soul." The Silent Luna sat in the center of the obsidian swarm, a tiny spark of silver surrounded by a sea of shadows. I could feel them—millions of cold, empty consciousnesses, waiting for the Queen to tell them whether to save the world or burn it.

"It's a good day for Liana, we shouldn't ruin it for her. Can't you see how happy she's whenever she's with Kenziel?" "But Klaus is more stronger than Kenziel and he's already an alpha while Kenziel is yet to be one..." The second Lady rambled on. "—if I were in her shoes, I would have chosen Klaus a million times, yeah!" "To Liana, the soon-to-be Luna of Alpha Kenziel, and Dark Knight pack." Afraid that those words might hurt Liana, the blonde one toasts, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Cheers to your new happiness, Liana!"

But for a moment, with their hands aligned like this, separated only by a sheet of reflective glass, it felt like touching. Luna's eyes were hazel. He'd noted that in the dossier. But the dossier hadn't mentioned the gold flecks that caught the light. Hadn't mentioned the way they looked now, dull and distant, like stars that had burned out. She tilted her head slightly. Her lips parted. And then, so quietly he almost missed it, her throat moved. Like she was trying to speak. Trying to push sound through vocal cords that no longer worked. No sound came out.

He enunciated the last word with deliberate weight. The silence that followed was sharp and heavy. Luna did not move. For a moment, she simply stared at him. Then slowly, her expression twisted into something darker than anger. It was not fury. It was an offense. “So,” she said softly, her voice echoing across the ruined battlefield. “You finally understand.” Her silver eyes glowed brighter as she studied him, her gaze traveling across his enormous wolf form and the eight magnificent tails that swayed behind him like celestial banners.

As Orion stood beneath the cold light of the high windows, the hall trembling with the weight of her words, something clicked into place inside me. Not fear. Not confusion. Understanding. The Luna was not merely delivering a warning. She wasn’t informing the pack. She wasn't calming a panic. She was doing something else entirely. Something only Luna could do. She was calling the pack to arms. My breath caught. Because I remembered something … something taught to us all as children: The Alpha leads the pack. But the Luna commands the warriors.

“Then stay there. Just… for tonight.” Luna didn’t argue. She sat quietly under the trees, just out of reach. And all night long, Selene listened to her heartbeat—steady, ever-present. The bond no longer screaming… but whispering.

But just as the celebration seems to reach its natural conclusion, something unexpected happens that changes everything. A young voice rises from the crowd, clear and otherworldly, cutting through the joyful noise like a blade. I turn to see a small girl, no more than eight years old, standing rigid in the arms of her terrified mother. Her eyes have rolled back until only the whites show, glowing with an eerie light that makes my skin crawl. When she speaks, it's not with her own voice, but with something ancient and terrible. "The Luna of silence… shall break the world in two."

Lydia said. He turned instantly, a flash of relief crossing his face. “Lydia.” She stepped beside him and slid her hand into the crook of his arm. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to keep my Alpha waiting.” Nina’s smile faltered. “And you are?” “I’m Lydia,” she said sweetly. “Knox’s mate. His Luna. I think you’ve heard of me—or is something else the matter?” There was a pause—thick, uncomfortable silence as the word Luna settled into the space between them.