Unclaimed Luna 99 Rituals Forsaken Novels & Stories

Wolves moved through the courtyards below us, laughing and talking, completely unaware that my entire world felt like it was collapsing again. “What do I need to do?” I asked quietly. Rhea exhaled softly like she had been waiting for me to ask. “There’s a ritual.” I looked at her immediately again “A ritual?” “A Lunae ritual,” she explained carefully. “It’s old and it’s dangerous, but it’ll help” That sounded horrifying already. “It’s meant to stabilize awakening magic during the Blood Moon. Without it, the power inside you will keep reacting to your emotions until eventually…” She stopped herself.

I would be weak. Vulnerable. A liability in the coming war. The pack needs me strong. Luna needs me strong. And yet. *And yet.* What good is strength if I lose her? What use is my wolf if it cannot follow where she goes? I would rather be weak and *hers* than powerful and alone. --- The ritual requires three components. The first: a piece of Luna's essence. Hair. Blood. Something carrying her divine mark. That is easy. I have a strand of her hair wrapped around the leather cord I wear at my wrist—a gift she gave me after the Blood Moon, laughing as she tied it there, saying I needed a reminder of who I belonged to.

Sebastian turned to his Gamma, Pierce Holmes, and ordered coldly, "Inform the pack that I'll be holding the Luna Ritual for Zoreen even though she has passed. She will be the real Luna, and the only one I'll ever have. Those who refuse to show up will be exiled from the pack!" Nina stared at him in disbelief. She surged toward him and grabbed his arm, screaming, "Sebastian, are you out of your mind? How could Zoreen be your Luna? You said I was the one you loved, not to mention the fact that she's dead. How could this be possible?" Shrugging her off, Sebastian replied, "I promised Zoreen the Luna Ritual. What's the issue here?" Nina's heart sank to the bottom of her stomach.

“I just thought, since I couldn’t come myself, they could pass the message. I’ll be in touch soon.” “Good! Don’t forget to explore while you’re back — maybe you’ll get the inspiration you’ve been needing!” “I will. Thank you. Goodbye.” The second the call ended, she turned to me. “Damon. What. Do. You. Want?” I stared down at her. “I told you already, Lyra.” I leaned in, voice smooth. “Stay here. Be my Luna.”

The synchronization bond exploded with unbearable intensity. Suddenly they felt the entire sanctuary. Every synchronized wolf. Every fear. Every wound. Every desperate hope. The emotional weight nearly crushed them both instantly. And within that impossible flood— Aria heard one terrifying truth rising from the collective consciousness itself. The wolves no longer trusted the Heart. They trusted her. Then the Forgotten One smiled. And whispered the words that changed everything. “The True Luna awakens.”

Their presence kept the energy of the land steady. Without them, everything was falling apart and as Alpha, I needed to find a solution. Rogue attacks have become more frequent. Even the climate has been changing from sudden storms, unnatural cold to heat that lingers too long. Which was why I needed to visit moonlight pack. If there's even a slight chance that we can form a strategy to restore the stability of my pack. I tightened the cuffs of my coat and stepped outside, the wind cold against my face. “Callum,” I said, glancing at my Beta. “Let’s go.”

"There's a ritual. Dangerous. Costly. Requires Luna blood. Requires sacrifice. Requires—pain. A lot of pain. But it can open a gateway. Temporarily. Long enough for you to enter. If you survive the crossing, if you find Thorne's binding, if you break it—you can come back. Maybe. Possibly. If you're lucky." "What's the sacrifice? What does the ritual need?" Selene was quiet. Then said something that froze Aria's blood. "A mated bond. A real one. A true one. The ritual requires you to have a completed mate bond. A connection to anchor you. To pull you back. Without it, you'll be lost in their realm forever. Consumed. Destroyed. Lost." "But my mate bond with Thorne is broken. Rejected. It's—"

"He's improvising. Because I changed the pattern." "I think so, yes." Selene's voice shook, glancing again toward her brother, who was beginning to extract himself from Damon's continued theatrical apologies. "Luna, I don't have much time. There's one more thing. Ronan mentioned a location. Somewhere they're planning to hold the actual ritual. An old shrine, north of the territory borders, somewhere called Hollow's Rest." My blood ran cold at the name, echoes of the journal's Hollow Pact settling heavy and confirmed. "Do you know exactly where?"

she said. The words came out steady. That surprised her. She had expected them to break. Malakai studied her face for a long moment. Whatever he searched for, he seemed to find it. He nodded once. “The temporary bond will be sealed tonight. Private. No witnesses beyond the two of us and the required blood. After that, your body will stop falling apart. The full ceremony comes later, when the pack is ready to see its new Luna.” Zephyrine’s hands were cold. She laced her fingers together to keep them from trembling.

"I'll give you my bond with Ronan. But on one condition." The creature tilted its head. "You are in no position to make conditions." "I am the Hidden Luna. I am standing at the edge of your domain with a hundred wolves behind me and a thousand years of light in my veins. I am always in a position to make conditions." Lira's light flared, and the creature flinched — just slightly, but enough. "You will close the wound completely. You will end the Blight forever. And you will leave this world and never return. Swear it."