All Chapters of Luna's Lost Family: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12The sudden, sharp knock on the door jolted me from my deep sleep, leaving me disoriented and longing for the comfort of my dream. I looked around the room to familiarize myself, and it came back to me: I am on a ship. The unknown setting should make readers feel intrigued and cautious about what's to come. I had dreamed I was back home in my room with my family. It had seemed so real. It was as if all the bad events never happened and it was just a nightmare. A second, more insistent knock on the door drew my attention. I wondered who it could be; I had tried, for good reason, to stay away from people. I hesitated, feeling cautious and alert, and slowly opened the door just enough to see who was there, wary of what I might find. To my surprise, I found a hostess standing there and two servers behind her. The hostess's expression was professional but slightly tense, as if she was unsure about her role here or hiding something. Suspicion crept into my mind, making me wary of

Chapter 14Walking and laughing like we had been friends forever felt amazing. I can’t ask her if she’s human, but it sure seems like it, and she doesn’t smell of anything other than my uncle Emrick, and even that is faint. Faint but unmistakable.I am a disgrace, shunned because of my mixed blood. My father is the loved younger vampire prince and prince Emrick's younger brother. It’s my mother all vampires hate; they hate her for being a human. They don’t hate her as a person only hate her for her race. Humans are food, living, breathing, walking meals. I am disliked because I have human lineage, but I’m given some respect because of my father. It is why my father and uncle try to save me by giving me jobs to handle outside of the clan and royal court. The wrinkle in their eyes is that I can be in daylight and sunlight, which is rare for vampires. Sure, royal vampires can be in daylight, but not in the sun. I always thought it was jealousy, but now I am not sure. I was so happy when

Chapter 16This antique château is chilling in the dusky evening. I don’t know how or why I was on the bed. The last thing I remember is standing in the room by the desk, my bag on the chair; unpacking since it’s paid for a month, we might as well stay that long. I don’t know where else to go or what to do. I sat hastily on the comfy bed, feeling disoriented and exceedingly confused yet again. It has never happened to me before, but lately I have been on it daily. Sleeping odd hours, in the middle of the day, waking up in the night. With dreams or memories that are so real I could touch them. I wonder what these strange experiences mean, and it sparks a flicker of curiosity in me, making me eager to understand what's happening. My heart races with a mix of fear and intrigue, craving answers but afraid of what I might discover. I walk to the window and look at the amazing view. It’s a view of both the sea in the far right, but straight down

Chapter 18We took our seats in the car, Saga in the driver’s seat since I can’t drive yet. I couldn’t believe it: a sleek Ferrari Testarossa, its glossy red paint gleaming under the bright sun, ready to take us on a wild ride. We got to use this beauty to cruise the roads and highways, feeling the engine's roar beneath us. Window down, high speed, and hair flying freely-this was pure freedom, a moment of exhilaration and adventure.Madelyn had given us directions to the diner. It was located on the highway, a popular rest stop bustling with travelers. Truckers and all kinds of people stopped there for a meal. Mads's eyes sparkled with curiosity when she said, "All kinds of people." Her mysterious smile and secretive tone made me curious, yet her kindness and warmth made her endearing. She had gray hair that shimmered like silver threads and youthful silver-gray eyes to match. In a way, she seemed very old, like an ancient crone, and in another way, young, so the gray hair didn’t quit

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------By nature, we are alone; hunters seek a partner only when females are in heat. That was the past; to survive, we needed to change. Nowadays we are a pack, like wolves. We were inhumanely hunted as large prey by humans. We decided to run and find a new place to survive along the Trans-Siberian Railway. More than halfway from Vladivostok, we arrived at Krasnojarsk, believing this could be our home. The right place for us was near water and forest, with a good temperature in both summer and winter. That peace lasted only a short time. Being hunted made our females unable to bear cubs. Being a shifter, the Amur leopard was in danger on its own. Amur leopard is a rare species in the world and is severely hunted for its fur. Being an Amur shifter was especially dangerous because, for hundreds of years, we have been white in our coloring, unlike ordinary leopards, which are cream, brown