The Sleeping Luna Novels & Stories

He tried again and again. “Come in.” His hands suspended in the air and we stared at each other with a smile. I pushed the door open and we walked in, the door closing shut again. The hut was dark except for a flickering candlelight in the middle of the hut where a body lay in a rocky chair. “Hello, sir.” I bent my head slightly with a smile even though I knew he couldn't see it. “Ahhh…” He sighed. “Luna is here. I've been expecting you, young one.”

She was so close, within reach, yet untouchable. This teasing proximity intensified the torment within me. After quite a while of this, Zoey finally fell asleep. I raised my hand to cover my eyes. My arm's muscles were well-defined. I thought to myself that Zoey must have been deliberately tormenting me. After a while, I turned to look at the sleeping woman. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her porcelain and delicate cheeks, looking pure and beautiful. However, Zoey's sleeping posture was a bit of an issue. At that moment, she was lying on the bed. Her nightgown had ridden up to her waist, revealing her long, slender legs and rounded behind.

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.

POV: Luna Monroe Luna hadn’t dreamed in days. Not since the naming ritual, not since the Grove pulsed with her child’s rhythm. But tonight, sleep came fast—and with it, a vision. She stood in the spiral, alone, her stone dim, the flame flickering in violet and silver. The lullaby echoed around her, but it was slower now. Sadder. Each note bent inward, curling like smoke. Luna reached for the flame. It recoiled. And the wind whispered—not in comfort. In caution.

♤ The cold from the cellar had seeped into her bones, becoming a permanent state. Luna lay on her thin pallet in the servant’s alcove, shivering under a single rough blanket. Sleep was a frantic, shallow thing, filled with echoes of laughter and the phantom sensation of falling. Her wolf, Absolution, was a silent, closed-off chamber in her soul. Dormant. Healing. Then, the scent of midnight blossoms and cold starlight flooded the cramped space.

"Naomi, you have to run! Dad is planning to give you to Joshua, the Beta of Snowmoon Pack, as his mate! I heard Joshua had a witch do a special reading. If he completes the mating ceremony during his 60th birthday party tomorrow with a virgin female werewolf, he can extend his life. If you can just make it through tomorrow, you'll be safe! "I booked you a room at the Eclipse Hotel. Go there and hide!" The Eclipse Hotel was not affiliated with any pack. The guests could be werewolves, witches, or even vampires. The mix of different species made it the perfect hiding spot for someone like me. "Thank you, Noelle! I don't know what I'd do without you." I clutched the keycard tightly, feeling a s

Luna rose slowly, stretching, black fur sleek with dew. She shook herself. With a last glance toward Crescent Vale, she turned and loped deeper into the forest. For now, she would wait. She would watch. She would plan. --- In the village, Selene jolted awake in Mira’s spare bed. Her heart was pounding. She’d dreamed of eyes in the dark. But they hadn’t glowed with rage. They’d watched her with something closer to longing. She pressed her hand to her chest, breathing hard. And whispered the truth she was terrified to admit:

But I could feel her worry. "He's wrong," I said softly. "Is he? Luna has been... different lately." Luna. Their daughter's name. It meant moon in the old language. "Different how?" "She doesn't sleep much. And when she does, she makes sounds. Not crying. Something else." My stomach felt sick. "What kind of sounds?" "Like... like she's talking to someone. But there's no one there." The Moon Guard man was listening. I saw him smile.

Leonidas POV One Hundred Years Ago The sound of skin slapping together fills my dark room. The lycan woman bent over the edge of my bed has her face buried in the pillow to muffle her screams. I have spent years trying to woo this one into my bed. She was hard to catch, but now that I have her, it is kind of disappointing. As hard as I try, I can’t even remember her name. She is utterly forgettable.

HAZEL COLLINS POV The soft hum of the star-projector cast drifting constellations across the bedroom ceiling, spinning slow galaxies of blue and purple over the quiet room. Luna was fast asleep on the edge of the mattress, her small hand clutching a plush bunny against her cheek, completely oblivious to the dangerous storm brewing just outside our door. But Leo was still awake, his brilliant gray eyes staring up at me with an intelligence that felt far too heavy for a five-year-old child.