The Wolfless Luna's Dragon Heart Novels & Stories

The dark king rose his hands in the air and began to laugh loudly, he looked to the sky, the ecstasy in his face knew no bounds. I gritted my teeth as I gazed at him. Did he think he had one this battle? Did he think his special soldiers were enough to bring us down? I was the queen Luna, the strongest wolf in the royal family, and there was no way I could go down in such a pathetic way. A surge of energy hit me, and I heard my wolf begin to whisper to me. "You have unlocked one third of your powers, you then to save your loved ones, and most of all... yourself."

“He tried to take me. But Rhea and Mr. Jace said no. And Daddy bit him.” “Daddy did not actually bite him,” Lyra said automatically. “In my story, he did,” Luna said. “Stories can be better.” Lyra’s mouth opened, then closed. “You’re not wrong,” she admitted. “This is me,” Luna went on, jabbing a crayon-smeared finger at the small wolf figure. “And this is you.” She pointed to the heart. “’Cause you was holding Daddy’s heart. Rhea said so.” Rhea didn’t even pretend to look innocent. “Medically accurate metaphor,” she said. “Don’t blame me.”

If there were even any pieces left. “The witch has Melissa and Avery,” I said. The Gamma blinked. “But Avery is the one who…” “She’s an imposter.” I looked imploringly at Colt. His face was pale. He knew it as well as I did. That was not Avery. That was the witch wearing her skin, and now she was going to install herself as the Luna of Nightwolf, one of the strongest packs in the territories… If that happened, then what was next? Another pack to take over? And another? Before we knew it, she might have taken over all the packs, blood would be shed, and Avery and Melissa and maybe even Bjorn and Gideon—they’d all be dead.

He had never learned to speak softly to melt a heart, or to give flowers with romantic words. Growing up as the only child of the Wolfe family, raised without a mother’s love, had made him a man who didn’t know how to be gentle. “Alpha?” Lionra’s voice snapped Austin out of his reverie. Austin roughly rubbed his face and let out a long sigh. “That female wolf is really hard to tame when she’s got a problem. I’ll go after her.” “Go for it, Alpha. Chase after Luna so she doesn’t get the wrong idea!” Lionra called out as Austin stepped outside.

I let them for a moment, the sensation grounding me, relating to them as my flawed kin, bodies marked by the same moon. From the shadows, a roar erupted—Drake bursting free, spectral wolves dissolving into smoke around him, his scars smoking from the ethereal bites. Blood trickled down his arms, but his eyes locked on me, wild with relief and possession. 'Luna!' He charged Mira, tackling her to the ground, pinning her arms. She thrashed, spitting curses, her barren scent sharp now, like wilted earth. The pack stilled, breaths held, suspense coiling tight as dialogues flew.

BETRAYED LUNA ended up in father-in-law's bed Kyra Walter looked as pale as a ghost. Waking up beside a man who is not her husband was not how she expected this morning to go. She is the Luna of Silvershade pack, but Wolfless. Panic surged through her body as she remembered how she ended up in another man's bed. She might be Wolfless, but still she has the werewolf DNA. As a female, even she experiences heat at full moon. She just turned 21, and this was the first time she experienced something like this. She was not prepared to lose control the way she did. No one warned her that it would make her lose all reasoning to the point where she would seduce a man. What's worse is the mark on her

She thought of Axel’s voice telling her she was stronger than she knew, she thought of the pack eyes, waiting for her to prove herself. She thought of her own longing not to be caged by fear anymore. “No,” she whispered. Then louder, fiercer: “No. I won’t be prey. I won’t be ruled. I am Luna of the Moon Riders and you…” she bared her teeth “you are mine.” She lunged at her wolf, not away. Their bodies collided, golden light and blood-red mist exploding around them. Pain seared through her, fire in each and every of her veins as her wolf roared, but Raven roared louder.

I glance out the window and head for our front door to the garden where I have an intimate dinner date waiting for my love. Drake has been busy these past months, with rumors of werewolves hunting witches and sends out warnings to our witch communities. Finding out about my new family was a real eye opener, Luna Dela Sandra is a hybrid, she is a werewolf/dragon, but when she shifts, she looks like a werewolf.

By Luna, Stefanos you’re so ugly, how do you manage staying alive with that face? Words of all the people that I buried deep within me, opening up like fresh pages of a new book. My breathing got faster, as I tried inhaling deeply. Suddenly the dragon, tilted its direction to the left, the side were Draco was sitting on, this time completely dropping him off. My eyes widened, as I saw the wolf hanging down from the base of the dragon’s wings and when I turned around to scold Wraya, my expression morphed into that of worry and concern.

It chooses the wolf who rises anyway. The horror lunged, vast and ancient and utterly certain of its victory, and Luna met it head-on, silver light exploding outward from her entire body in a concentrated, focused blast that caught the ancient creature directly in its gaping, hundred-year-hungry jaws. For one blinding, endless moment, the whole battlefield seemed to hold its breath as fire and ancient darkness collided in violent, overwhelming, absolute force, the sound of it like the sky itself splitting open, like the earth remembering some older, more fundamental violence than anything mere wolves could inflict upon one another.