The Tomboy Luna Novels & Stories

The wolf-bane was potent in the air. I pulled out my phone and rang Tommy. Luna gave me a phone and showed me how to work it. I surprised myself with how quickly I learnt a new thing. I heard The Luna gasp and the sadness in her voice. She said she was on her way and with the whole pack. I was to wait outside but the screams were ripping at my heart and I couldn't wait any longer.

“It is if our pack is to survive. We will die without this alliance!” “Fine!” I cried. “I’ll do it.” I stood up so I was a little more level with Anthony. “But I won’t reject you. I’m not burning any bridges until I’m certain I can fix this.” “You don’t have to do anything.” Anthony pulled me into a hug. “I did. I was chosen to be this pack’s Luna. What kind of Luna would I be if I didn’t try to save us?” One of the other girls chosen was Cienna, a warrior who was still only nineteen, and Petra, a chef in her mid twenties.

Damon looked up at him, as if he didn't understand. The elder forced himself to continue. "Then there's the distribution of winter herbs, the exchange order along the southern salt route, the old agreement to trade winter coats for the young wolves with Grayridge... Luna has been keeping all of that running, bit by bit, over the years. She doesn't like showing up in the council hall, but the border packs trust her more." Damon stayed silent for a long moment. A memory of Yuna leaning over the table, writing letters, suddenly flashed through his mind. She hated the noise in the council hall and often carried stacks of ledgers back to the main house, muttering curses at the stubborn old wolves

Why was I even born? Why do they all despise me? Why does being near me make the Luna tremble? If I had a wolf—if I had any power at all—I’d say: “Oh my, imagine being me—a mere Omega—and making the Luna shake in fear.” The thought made me snort out a laugh before I could stop myself. Luna Ashley, the human-sized can of spray tan, with her bottle-blonde hair brushing her ass, lashes thick enough to fan a wildfire, and an orange glow that made her look like a dehydrated carrot dipped in glitter.

I wrote the names of my fallen, swallowed moonstone ash, stood naked before the Hollow One. “You want a vessel?” I said. “I want revenge.” It did not nod. It only entered me. And thus was born the Shadow Luna. They crawled from the ruins. Fur like soot. Eyes like dying stars. Not alive. Not dead. Drawn only to me. One licked my hand. Its tongue was fire. “My Luna,” it rasped. I had made my own pack. And they would obey no one else. She waited by the blood tree. Still loyal. Still afraid. I stepped from the shadows.

Nadine walked in and gasped in huge shock. “What…what are you doing, dressed like this” Nadine’s eyes were too wide as they pierced at me in shock. “I am participating in the contest, I will enter his kingdom and kill him myself” I said. Nadine laughed, a dry mocking laughter. “That guy is immortal, Nobody can kill him, you are only going to risk your dear life, Daman is very ruthless, he doesn’t spare anyone” Nadine said. But I never gave a damn. The blood flowing in my vein was pain and revenge. I walked out. My girlie self, the girl with soft eyes and long hair vanished. I walked off as a guy, Leo Houston.

Amy and I rolled our eyes and the guys laughed. Amy and I went to her garden area and talked while the guys talked Alpha stuff. She said, "You look like you're doing well now." I said, "I am, now that Dina is officially dead. She was the only one who was just terrorizing me my whole life. I'm sure there are probably some in the pack who still believe her bullshit, but they will get over it." Amy said, "Those that aren't over it have already left this pack. I put a halt to all bullying as soon as I got up here. I followed your example. I also told all pack members that you are now Luna of my old pack and if they still believe Dina's shit, they are free to leave. There were some who chose to l

No sign of her. I am Rachel Thornhill, daughter of Thomas Thornhill, who is the beta of the Winter Moon pack. I have long chestnut brown hair, almost to my waist. My eyes are a forest green and if you look closely you can see gold speckles in them. My skin is an olive tone, and I have about a dozen light freckles sprinkled over my face. My lips are full and a dull shade of pink. I am one of the shorter girls of my pack, measuring a whopping 5'3" and weighing 125 lbs. "She should have parished with the bitch that manipulated you! She is the byproduct of having a child with someone who is not your mate!" sneered my stepmother.