The Silent Luna Novels & Stories

Kael's POV Luna stood at the northern border like a ghost returned from the dead. No weapons, no armor, just torn clothes and fresh bruises marking her face. She looked like she had been through hell and barely escaped. "This is a trap," Silas said beside me. "She comes crawling back the moment we are vulnerable? Too convenient." "Maybe." I studied my cousin through the fence separating pack territory from neutral ground. "Or maybe she is exactly what she claims. Someone with information we need."

“Then we’ll meet it together.” The torches flickered. Somewhere beyond the estate walls, something ancient stirred once more but quietly, patiently, waiting. The world had been remade. But its shadows had not yet forgotten their queen. As the council adjourned, Luna turned toward a distant mirror. For an instant too brief for anyone else to notice her reflection wore a black veil. And in that mirrored darkness, the faintest echo whispered back: “Every peace begins with silence. And every silence hides a storm.”

“But it’s not eating her, either.” “Semantics,” Elia muttered dryly. “She’s breathing and looking at her mother. That’s miracle enough for one evening.” Luna let herself smile—brief, fierce—down at the little girl. Lina blinked up at her, still dazed. “Who… are you?” she whispered. Luna’s chest twisted. “An omega who got tired of being quiet,” she said. The courtyard exhaled again. This time, the sound carried different notes: awe, fear, resentment, wonder.

m hoping to catch a glimpse of my elusive Luna. It’s the rustling leaves that alert me again. I silently curse tonight being so windy but no one can control the weather. I look around, slowly scanning the open land in front of me. I have a clear view of the shed when I spot her. I silence my wolf just as he emits half a growl. I understand immediately why. Before he can ask, he understands why I have silenced him. She freezes, looking around for the slight growl that escaped. It’s only with our silence that she moves again.

Olivia smacks her hand against the table. “Nonsense! You want to enthrone your bitch of suspicious origins as our Luna? Impossible! This weak ugly mutt, a pathetic, stupid excuse for a wolf. Shifting is an impossible task, a walking board exhibiting the empire's shame and disgrace. This thing here is not qualified to be Luna in a small pack, talk more of queen over the entire werewolves. Does she deserve it? She doesn't deserve a single cent of anything in this empire. I won't…”

He deserved his end and I will never be sorry for it. I saw the elders glance between each other and then Silas spoke again. "I see. Well then it makes you an Alpha of Scarlet blood then. A pregnant lycan Luna of River moon and an Alpha to Scarlet blood. You are indeed something special. Nimue has been telling us that all along." "So, does that mean I won't have to go through a trail..?" I asked carefully.

And I turned my head expecting the guy, but instead was a girl. I frowned. "Hello there." She smiled. But it looked wicked. I turned away. "Listen, I don't know why you're still here, alive above all, but you won't distract my alpha, you hear me? He's mine. He's my fiance." I just remained silent. "Do you hear me?!" She raised her voice. "Why do you need to tell me?" I asked genuinely. "It's just a warning. I'm the Luna of this pack. The mate of the Alpha. I dare you to defy me." She said. But her voice had no power.

That girl is still very young, probably she is in her early 20s, and young girls like her don't seem to be my type at all. My type is definitely like Lorelei. I like mature women who are strong opinions and critical-minded like Lorelei. I like her slim and tall body, her straight black hair that falls beautifully down her back, and her charming onyx irises. I have wait for so long to make her my wife, my Luna, and suddenly today I realized that my love for her have faded-in one second after the girl appeared. It feels impossible, horrible, ridiculous. Especially since this happened after Lorelei and I had a big fight last night about Lorelei's suspicions of me having another woman—which actu

In anticipation. Luna walked the sanctuary slowly, her breath syncing with the ley lines, her thoughts heavy. She didn’t feel fractured. She felt full. The vision had shown her a child—eyes like hers, breath like the Grove, rhythm like the flame. But the child hadn’t been born into peace. They had been born into silence. And Luna feared what that silence meant. She knelt beneath the ancient tree and whispered, “I will remember you.” The wind stirred. The flame surged. And the Grove whispered.

I wrote the names of my fallen, swallowed moonstone ash, stood naked before the Hollow One. “You want a vessel?” I said. “I want revenge.” It did not nod. It only entered me. And thus was born the Shadow Luna. They crawled from the ruins. Fur like soot. Eyes like dying stars. Not alive. Not dead. Drawn only to me. One licked my hand. Its tongue was fire. “My Luna,” it rasped. I had made my own pack. And they would obey no one else. She waited by the blood tree. Still loyal. Still afraid. I stepped from the shadows.