The Silent Luna Novels & Stories

The torchlight was dim, flickering against the cold walls, but I didn’t need the light to feel the weight of what I was about to do. The guards straightened as I approached, their gazes flickering between me and the wooden box I carried. I set it down on the bench beside the cell door, the soft thud echoing far louder than it should have. Inside, the tools glimmered faintly in the torchlight were blades, clamps, and the small flask of liquid silver that Silas himself had set aside. Not because he doubted me. But because he knew. I was Luna. And I was a mother. Alisha would have shown no kindness to my children; she would have slit their throats in their sleep if given half a chance. That tru

I yearned to give him a piece of my mind, to tell him to mind his own business, but I knew that silence would be my greatest weapon in this moment. With a whisper, Robin leaned closer, his words barely audible as they caressed my ear. "I don't think Alpha Dante truly values you or wants you to be his Luna," he confided, as if sharing a clandestine truth. A surge of indignation surged through me, fueling an urge to shove my fist into his forehead, to make him understand the audacity of his words. But I swallowed my anger, determined not to let him witness the turmoil raging within me.

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

Isolde couldn't endure watching her beloved husband suffer any longer. She suddenly ran out of her hiding place, screaming like someone had finally let the bitch out of her cage. “Let him go, you horrible saintess!” I turned toward her and stared at her disheveled appearance. I almost laughed. “I'm your Celestial Luna. The one appointed by the Moon Goddess herself. Don't think I'm some lousy saintess.” “Let him go!” She screamed again. This time, I felt my hand growing strangely heavy. My eyes snapped toward Silas.

Her words are growing desperate. "I don't have time for this." Reaching behind me, I grab Raya's arm and tug her along toward the door. If Linda isn't going to move herself, then we'll do it for her. "No!" She blocks the doorway with her body. "You're not leaving with her. I'm your Luna." What the hell is happening? I've never seen her acting so unhinged before. Ever since she yelled at me to let my feelings for Gabriela go, she's been avoiding me, thankfully. And now of all times to try to come around to demand my attention again?

It was a disaster; Silas had let his empire rot while he chased a ghost. Leo and Luna sat on either side of me, eating their breakfast with a quiet, disciplined dignity that clearly unsettled the staff. They didn't fidget. They didn't whisper. They sat like young royals, their silver-blonde hair catching the morning light. "Mommy," Luna whispered suddenly, her fork pausing halfway to her mouth. Her violet eyes—hidden behind the contacts—darted toward the grand entrance. "The bad flower is here. I smell the fake jasmine."

"I'll listen. But you'd better be telling the truth." "Now, for the sake of our child and humanity, you are not going to step down as the luna for Aurora," I said, my voice pouring out in a commanding tone. "Because, as you said, she is mute, and the pack can't be led by a person of this kind of condition. And equally, you know she can't be far from me, so now she would stay with me as the second luna. That is my decision."

The girl in room number four introduced herself. Blushing by the fact that she already knew my name, I answered. “Yes… you are?” “My bad,” she laughed. “I’m Luna. Your friends told me you are human, I’m half.” A half-human named Luna? That’s something I don’t see every day. I was on the verge of responding when we got distracted by Willow coming out of the bathroom. I still can’t believe I have to share a space with her. Someone wake me up from this nightmare please!

“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.

"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.