True Luna Novels & Stories

"The female general who broke through two fortresses wasn't Luna. It was ... Lane Conlay." "Lane?!" Brenda screamed, gripping the back of her chair. "Impossible! What about—" "Maris? Where is Blackwood Pack's Luna on that list?" "She ... she's not on it." "Are you crazy?! Say something like that again, and I'll tear your mouth apart!" "It's true! Not only is Luna not on the merit list, but people are also saying she was captured by Valkirk soldiers! When she was rescued, she was naked, her fur was shaved off, even her mate mark was covered up..."

I told them about my father and all. "Seriously?" Cage asked in awe. "We have the most unique Luna ever." Cullen spoke with reverence filling his voice. They both then bowed to me, a simultaneous action they did without even looking at each other. "So, you're not upset that I'm a half-witch hybrid?" I was still waiting for them to drop the niceties and reject me. "Why would we be?" Cullen smiled at me. "Yeah, our Luna is badass." Cage was laughing. "I told you, no one is going to care. You're the Luna; there is no changing that." Derek smiled at me as well.

I said, and I kept a close eye on his face. Byron definitely seemed to get instantly uncomfortable and began to fidget slightly, which gave me a pit in my stomach. Maybe they were hiding something from me. "Oh, yes, Luna," he paused for the first time, as if trying to decide how much, or what, he should say. "Luna is definitely a powerful position, but it doesn't necessarily mean they have a powerful wolf. Luna is the female head of the pack. She is the most respected female by everyone." "How can you have an Alpha and a Luna though? Don't they fight then? And how does the Luna get her title? By birth, like the Alpha?"

His father tried to reason. As they spoke, his mother walked into his office. His mother, the luna of the pack, Caua Wolf was a woman in her early fourties. She was only a little over five foot which made her very short compared to her husband and son. She had long brown hair and brown eyes that shone whenever she spoke. She also had very soft features. She was a caring mother and a kind luna. All the people of the pack love her for her good heart, and Rodriguez loved his mom more than anyone else.

Rosemary said. "Not if you tell them the truth," Luna said. "Show them that Maya is alive. Show them that Ariana is a witch." "How do I prove that?" Rosemary asked. Luna gave her a small bottle with blue liquid in it. "This is truth serum. If you can get Ariana to drink this, she will tell everyone the truth." "This is crazy," Rosemary said. "I'm pregnant. I can't fight werewolves." "You don't have to fight them," Luna said. "You just have to be smart."

“Being his mother doesn’t mean Dark totally listens to me. I should have you killed for seeing Dark’s vulnerable side, but Dark sees something in you and wishes to keep you. I can’t dispute that.” “Yes, ma’am,” Sal replied. “Good,” Lady Havana said. “You should hurry back. Your friends need you.” Sal immediately walked in haste toward the secret passage door. Lady Havana watched him go. FLASHBACK “Are you certain he’s the one?” The guard bowed his head before her. “He had a daughter, not a son.” Lady Havana thought silently for a while. “Where is this daughter?” “She is dead. Luna Selene of Blue Moon Pack—killed by rogues,” he replied.

I can figure anything out without anyone interfering or interrupting. I found my mate a few weeks ago, and I have to say that she’s gorgeous. She’s gorgeous, but she just isn’t her. Trina is 5’10 with dark brown skin. She has full, long lashes, though they may not be natural. Her hair is long, past her shoulders, and she has an athlete's body. Everything about her screams elegance and strength: basically Luna. She’s my Luna, given to me by the Moon Goddess, but she just isn’t her.

“Thank you–” “Call me Owen, since we are friends now,I hope you don’t mind sharing your name with me?” “My name is Luna.” “Luna, your name suits you so well, so you look like a Korean in a way though.” “Oh that’s because I’m half caucasian, half New York and half Korean.” “So let me guess your mom is half Korean?” “You guess right.” She smiled again and for no reason I felt this sense of duty that I was made to always make her smile that way. It’s like I was created to be by her side to make sure she never shares a single tear.

Stupid werewolf hearing. "But you are the future Luna," she says, pointing at me with a wink. I roll my eyes. "Yes, but not yet." Xavion explained it to me once. Even though his parents are gone, making him the Alpha, I’m not officially the Luna until we’re married. There’s a ceremony, he said; a crowning, a formal welcome into the pack. Most Lunas come from other packs, so it’s a big deal. But I’m human.

' I ran with all my strength, and in just ten minutes, I saw the familiar sight of our family's villa in the distance. Even though I was still around three thousand feet away, I could already hear voices coming from inside. I hadn't awakened my wolf yet, but my hearing was sharp enough to pick up the conversation. It was my Alpha father, Tyler Northcutt, and he seemed to be on the phone. "Honorable Beta of the Snowmoon Pack, tomorrow is your 60th birthday 'Snowmoon Pack's Beta? Was Dad talking to Joshua?' I instinctively slowed my steps. Snowmoon Pack was our neighboring pack, and their beta was Joshua Quinn.