The Sleeping Luna Novels & Stories

When the Cullinan finally comes to a halt in front of a safer hotel, Luna steps out into the biting night air without a backward glance. She leaves his vows sitting in the passenger seat exactly where they belong—in the past. She sleeps for two hours that night. By the time Julian calls the following morning, Luna has already ordered black coffee and begun constructing her armor. "The surgery went well," Julian tells her, exhaling a long breath that sounds like a man who has just outrun a disaster. "He's awake."

I had spent the night staring at his back, wondering how the man who had promised to earn my trust could threaten me with another woman simply because I wasn’t ready to give him a child. At some point, exhaustion had finally claimed me. When I woke the next morning, Kael was already gone. I didn’t know whether I was relieved or disappointed, or even both. After my bath, I sat before the dressing table in my chambers while Martha stood behind me, carefully combing through my damp hair. The familiar scent of her lavender oil filled the room, and the gentle strokes of the comb should have been soothing. Instead, my thoughts kept returning to everything that had happened since I became Luna.

On Oath Day, she was a "ceremonial guest." During Lunar Eclipse Night, she became a "blessing representative." And I, the actual Luna, hadn't attended a single one in five years. My phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from Margaret, the pack housekeeper: "Luna, Alpha instructed to have a car ready at six AM. He has to handle an urgent matter." Sending a message like this at three in the morning. So urgent it needs a three-hour advance notice? I replied, "Understood." Then I set my alarm for five.

--- That night, Luna slept. And dreamed. She stood in a field. No snow. No mountains. No cities. Only golden grass beneath an orange sky. Ahead of her stood twelve people. Six men. Six women. They wore ancient clothing. At the center stood a woman. She held the flame-shaped crown. Luna tried to speak. No sound came. The woman smiled. "You finally came." Luna shook her head. "Who are you?" The woman placed the crown against her chest. "I am the memory."

Whereas everyone in the night moon pack had a shocked expression. And from the people’s expression, I could tell this person who is speaking to me must be a big shot. Then again, she does look familiar… where have I seen her before? “I am Bella Sames, Luna of the Night Moon Pack...” and before she could say anything more, I started to cut in, “so...” I spoke. Despite the fact I hate to be disrespectful, I don’t think she deserved any. “I don't care if you are the Luna or not, if you came to my training lesson, then you should listen to my rules, or the consequences are something that you cannot bear.” I replied mundanely which made everyone feel uneasy.

Jake said dazedly, “Zinnia healed when she and her father were asleep. Let’s both sleep and let our wolves do their thing. If a pup can do it without knowing how maybe mom is right and it’s instinctive. If so, our wolves can make it happen when we stop thinking so much.” They were both so tired and weak by this point that the deep, slow breaths of deep slumber filled the room within moments. Just before leaving the room to let them rest in peace, a shimmering in the curtains caught Mother Luna’s attention. She opened the them and the silver glow from the moon rushed across the floor to envelope the sleeping couple. She smiled as she left, certain that the moon goddess would keep them both sa

Not fully awake, Luna heard the voice calling in singsong. "Hmmmm..." Luna hummed, stirring from her bed. Her comforter sliding off the bed. Rubbing her eyes awake, Luna sat up and tried to shake off her sleepy head. She instantly noticed the light coming from her window. She stood up and went to look outside. The wind is loud and strong. The trees are swaying. Its falling leaves whirled away by the wind forming waves and circles in the open air. The light coming from the moon shone bright, illuminating everything.

"She is the moon itself, to us." Elizabeth walked closer towards her, sleeping on the side of the bed, furs beneath her and over her. Elizabeth looked over the sleeping Luna. She'd heard of this before. When a Luna had a dream of a future so terrible, she couldn't wake herself out of it. She was, even in her helplessness, a Luna to her pack. Her sleep meant something truly terrible was coming, so great that even the Luna couldn't wake to tell them. "How long has she been asleep?" Elizabeth whispered, just looking at her body that had deteriorated so much.

Slowly, I began to brush my long blonde hair! I thought I was finally at peace but then I realized that it was all too good to be true! Everything about the escape from my room to Ivan attacking me was all a dream! All of that was a dream except for the fact that I was indeed going to get married to Ivan! My parents were still keen on making me marry Ivan and Ivan in reality really did refused to listen to my choice of not marrying him! The only thing that I wished were true from my dream was me running away since I also realized that my wedding day was the next day! I was going to be marked by Ivan and become his Luna! I could not let that happen!

"After all, this is what you hate." "What are you talking about?" "Oh, I guess I didn't tell you." No! Please! Don't! "Tell me what?" Dominic snarls. "Who the fuck are you?" "I'm Lippy. Your Lippy. Your future, Luna. The one who made you drink that soup with the aphrodisiac and forced you to have sex with you." Dominic continues to stare at me. No reaction. "What? Surprised?" I chuckled menacingly. "I know. I didn't want to do it, but you made me. After the way I was treated by you and everyone in the pack. I took your virginity."