The Sleeping Luna Novels & Stories

Luna was not just my partner; she was my soulmate, and I was grateful for every moment we shared together. “Noooo...” Luna voiced a low, pained whisper as she stirred in her sleep, making me jolt awake with concern. I reached my hand out to gently stroke her hair, whispering soothing words to calm her restless dreams. “Don’t touch me,” she mumbled, her voice filled with fear and vulnerability. She is sleeping, but her words are a reminder of the inner struggles she faces, even in her dreams. I hold her close, promising to always be there to chase away the nightmares and protect her from any harm.

" 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

I have no issue with that but it will become an issue when Odette tries to act funny with me. With one last look at him, I pull my body off the bed and start to get dressed but at that moment, his eyes open and a slight frown forms on it. “Where are you going?” He asks, pulling his body to a sitting position. “Why?” I ask him back, “you and I no longer share a relationship so you shouldn’t be bothered about me. Today is a full moon, I need to make preparations” “You will stay here, Bryer” Zachary grits his teeth, “you are the Luna of this pack and it is a full moon tonight, you should stay and make sure everything goes according to plan.

The group moved with skilled speed, collecting weapons and supplies for the upcoming trip. As I helped coordinate our forces, my mind raced with memories of Clearwater. The abuse I went through, the feeling of being alone, and the deep hurt from Asher turning me away. But along with these sad memories, there were also brief moments of kindness – friends who attempted to assist me, and older people who were nice to me when they had the chance. I pushed the memories aside, focusing on the present. Whatever awaited us in Clearwater, I was no longer the weak, abused girl I had once been. I was Aurora Nightshade, Luna of the Blackstone Pack, daughter of the Moon Goddess. I had faced my fears and

he says, nodding his head. “Please call me Kate,” I say, taking a sip of the orange juice. He says nothing, just walks away. I look to Troy and Jake as they glance at each other before turning to me. “What?” I ask. "The only person who will call you Kate is Troy. To the rest of the pack, you are Luna. It is seen as disrespectful to call the Luna by her name.” Jake explains. “But I am not a Luna, not yet anyway,” I say. Troy stops messing with the pile of papers and looks at me.

With my mate safe in my arms and the certainty, for the first time in my life, that whatever came next, my Luna would be by my side. She shifted again, this time stretching as her eyelids fluttered before opening to reveal sleepy emerald gems. A small, shy smile curved her lips. "Hi," she whispered. I grinned back at her. "Hi." I stroked her side, long gentle touches as I watched her wake up. She yawned, then sat up straight. "Selene!"

Luna gave up on sleep around two in the morning. She sat up in bed and stared out the window. The forest was dark. Silent. No golden eyes tonight. No shadowy watchers. Just trees and moonlight. "You okay?" Nova's voice came from the other bed. Soft. Concerned. "I thought you were asleep." "I was. Until you started crying." Luna touched her face. Her cheeks were wet. She hadn't even realized. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

"What you're building." Luna looked at the window. At the dark outside. "Yes," she said. "I think it is." She hung up. She sat for a moment. Then she opened the journal and wrote one line. The restoration has begun. She closed it. She went to check on Sable. Her daughter was asleep, rabbit under her chin, silver-grey eyes closed, breathing slow and even and completely without difficulty. Luna stood in the doorway for a moment. Then she turned off the light. And went to bed. For the first time in a very long time, she slept straight through until morning.

--- Luna slept for a very long time. After returning from the tomb, she collapsed onto the bed in the estate's master bedroom. She barely changed position. Lay on her side, one hand resting on the pillow, palm facing the door. There was no blade under her pillow now, but the golden lines on her palm glowed steadily and slowly in the dark. With each pulse, the thistle on the nightstand quietly furled and unfurled a leaf.

I asked, snapping him back to reality. “Luna Selene is gone,” he said. Just words. But they split the room open. Gone. Luna. His mate. The woman the Moon itself had chosen. How is that even possible? My lips parted. I didn’t speak. I didn’t breathe. He continued, voice like steady iron. “Until she is found, the pack must remain unaware of her dissappearance. Our enemies must not sense weakness.” I swallowed. My instinct was obedience. Always had been.