A Luna For The Lycan King Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I want you to send out a notice. Immediately. To all packs and the Werewolf Council. The Lycan Prince has found his Luna." “Father, shouldn’t we wait. Just a…” “Why?” the King asked flippantly. “What is there to wait for? She carries Albion blood. She has awakened the stone. She will be your Luna. There’s nothing further to discuss.” I glanced at Prince Griffin. He didn’t look as happy as his father. In fact, he didn’t look happy at all. He looked uneasy, like he had something to say but couldn’t say it. “Yes, King Cullen,” Beta Joshua replied. “What shall I tell them?”

The elder said again, held the two hands together Screams, claps, and laughter followed up in the hall, Momma too stood up, smiling beautifully while she clapped her hands to hail the new lycan king and his Luna that comes from her lineage. "Long live the new Lycan king, long live the Luna of the pack." Everyone said in unison, smiles were on their face as they were long excepting this to happen. Merriment and match mating begun. After a while, they began to proceeded to greet well wishers who flew from far away to honor their invitations. Dixon's friends hugged him so tightly while Elena followed him behind as she also greeted her new people

She turned to me to emphasise her words. The ‘Luna’ looked much older than every one of us, with her silver hair and wrinkled face, so it was very unlikely that she was the wife of the Lycan King. And I had also heard that the Lycan King was unmarried, so for this woman to be an acting Luna Queen, it meant that she was likely his mother. It just made more sense. They even bore a deep resemblance—the same strikingly blue eyes.

His muscular body looked tantalisingly hasart Luna, but it didn't last long as both of the Lycan King's arms moved to grab her body. "Let me take you for a bath, darling. Or, how about we shower together?" Luna's eyes instantly rounded, her fingers moving quickly to give her mate's chest a small pinch. "Delicious, perverted breasts!" Hearing the word pervert instantly made the Lycan King's laughter burst out of the corners of his eyes. "What's perverted, darling?" "You're a man, the only thing in his brain is a woman's crotch." Luna snorted harshly.

He looked at her eyes, her lips, the fading bite mark of his temporary claim on the back of her neck. His Adam's apple bobbed, a violent roll of suppressed fury. He swallowed the inferno in his chest whole. Then Luna's fingers brushed his wrist. Her index and middle finger pressed precisely over the frenzied pulse hammering against his skin. The touch was soft, warm, an unbreakable command that paralyzed every muscle in the enraged Lycan King's body for half a second. "Let me do this." She tilted her head up within the cage of his arms, her voice barely a whisper, yet carrying a calm that made his soul tremble. "Not to prove anything to them. For myself. This place is mine. No one can take i

He looked away toward the dais where the High Oracle, an ancient woman with cataract-clouded eyes, stood beside Bianca, who knelt before the slumped, dying queen on her throne. “Brothers and sisters of Camelot,” Kael’s voice carried across the hall. “We stand at the edge of a cliff. To the west, the Lycan King Darius gathers his forces. His shadow already touches our borders, and war is no longer a rumor.” A ripple of fear went through the crowd. "To protect this pack," Kael continued, "I need to be strong. And my pack needs a strong queen. Tonight, I choose my Luna.” I took a step forward, my heart hammering in my chest. Choose us. We can be strong together.

“They say that the Lycan king found his mate again but she has no memory of him. Luna is no longer know the Lycan king. The Lycan king thought that it was a payment for all the sins he had committed.” "Who are you?" Of course, I love this book so I know about the different versions of it. "I forgot to introduce myself, I'm sorry and I I got obsessed with the beauty of your eyes." "My eyes?" “Yes. Those red enticing eyes. But I love them more when they are just gold.” "Gold?" My questions sounds ignorant. "What are you doing here? Don’t you know that this place is dangerous? Many rogues are hunting here. What if you are one of their attacks.”

I blinked severally and dropped my head low, hoping Luna would stand by her words and throw me out. I couldn't believe that I was bound to them for life. I had no freedom? No life? “That is our final decision." "I won't let that happen. I am the Luna Queen and my words must be obeyed!” The Luna's growl brought tension into the room. Lucian faced his mother, his hands on his hips. “Have you forgotten who we are, mother? We are the Lycan kings!" He growled slowly and her eyes darkened in anger.

“I don’t care what you think you know. You’re mine. I own you.” Kimberly’s voice broke. “It was Kael. The Lycan King. He’s the one who took me.” Ogar stilled, then laughed, a cold, cruel sound. “The Lycan King, you say? So you’re marked by a monster. Perfect.” She looked up, fear in her eyes. “What… what do you mean?” Ogar smirked, pulling her close. “I have always found a worthy reason to wipe out that Lycan race. Kael will regret the day he crossed me.”

A long time ago I'd learned how not to go down. Their voices chased me across the square. "Can you imagine? A wolfless thinking she belongs here." "Forget her. Did you hear the Lycan palace is hiring senior Healers this year?" "Olivia, with your gift you'd pass the trial in your sleep. Private Healer to the Prince himself." "Maybe more than his Healer." A burst of giggles. "Luna Princess Olivia. That has a ring to it." "Stop it, you three," Olivia said. But she didn't mean it. I could hear exactly how much she liked the sound of it.