The Silent Luna Novels & Stories

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.

“We should rejoice, Kingdom of the Lycans! After a thousand years— the Goddess has chosen another Luna to save us from a catastrophe that the higher heavens bestowed!” Yulo’s announcement made the crowd roar in excitement and happiness about the new Luna.

Not yet. Luna Luna’s private chamber was draped in black silks and dimly lit by candles that flickered with green flames. She stood at the center, her beautiful disguise flawless—pale skin, flowing black hair, lips red as blood. But beneath it, Adonis could sense the truth...sagging skin, centuries-old boils, the stench of decay masked by her glamour. “Silas,” she purred, turning to him. “You’ve been quiet.” Adonis let Silas’s lips curve into a faint smile. “Merely watching, Mother. The rebellion stirs like ants in a dying nest.”

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.

Yerna, one of the Lunas said with a smile. I smiled graciously as I hugged, pecked and engaged in polite conversation with some of the Lunas. "Oh, so you're the Luna of the blood Diamond? I wouldn't have guessed" One luna said smirking at me. I didn't recognize her, and I whispered that much in Triss's ear. Triss told me that she was the Luna of the Silent ruby pack. I heard, their alpha had mated with some rogue. I guess she was the one.

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

by the room’s atmosphere into a non-lethal, decorative glow. "The North was never a kingdom, Darlene. It was a Culture Sample," the voice of the Static-Luna spoke—a voice that carried the resonant authority of the First Failure. At the center of the quartz plain, the Static-Luna stood. She was not a goddess, and she was not a machine. She was a Manifestation of Raw, Un-Rendered Data, dressed in a shroud of Liquid Static, her hair a frozen nebula of silver-oil, her eyes two burning portals of Absolute, Clinical Scorn. She didn't hold a scepter; she held a Clip-Board made of First Alpha’s Rib, its surface a glowing map of every "Variable" the High Council had ever tested on the North.

He remains silent, his eyes not leaving mine until he starts to laugh. “You think I will make a deal with you, Zachary? My wife is Luna, one after the moon goddess’s heart. She can give me all the cure I want in the world and you think I will settle for you? Come on man, I thought you were smarter than that. Well” he gestures to my hand where a wound is still bleeding, “you might want to check that, it’s not going to heal. Ir is coated with silver” “What?” “Do not show up at my party uninvited Zachary, do not come in front of my wife and do not even think about her”

She sat in silence, dressed in the silver and red of a Luna Queen, her eyes far away. She didn’t smile. Not until I reached for her hand and whispered, “You look radiant, my love.” Her fingers were cold. She pulled away at first, but then allowed my grip to linger. That was enough. Every small surrender counted. Little by little, I was winning her over—or at least, making her tired enough not to fight anymore. That’s all I needed.

" Luna '' a knock came on the door and we both stared at the doorway. It was Lydia judging from the voice and the scent I knew it was her. The door was locked inside! My eyes flickered to Ezra's who was staring at me with hunger and desires showing in his blue eyes. I knew he wanted to claim me and that was the scary part. I couldn't bare the claim of another man when my fated mate was alive. Ezra's face turned cold and deadly as he glare back at the door again." Luna, I'm here to bring you your medicine" she said and Ezra angrily pulled his pants to cover his huge swallow dick. I signed but not in relief because I knew it wasn't the end." Get ready we are living for the full moon ball in th