Diego Luna Height Novels & Stories

The man beside her added quietly: “But the rogue army is larger than they thought.” A heavy silence followed. No one spoke. No one breathed. Everyone in the room knew what that meant. More danger. More risk. More uncertainty about who would return - and who wouldn’t. I felt my heart thud deep in my chest. Orion was out there. Fighting. Leading. Commanding. And Cain, too - terrifying, unbreakable, merciless in battle. Jessa caught the sleeve of my dress gently, grounding me. “They’re strong,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. “The Luna trained half the warriors herself. She’s never lost a command.”

"No. Simply put, I'm full. " "Whatever. Share your resources with me. " Nicholas said, "Darell has no Luna." With amusement, Fred slouched on his seat. "Interesting. Therefore, the bastard was not given a partner. Poor thing," he murmured with utter indignity. Nicholas clarified, "He was." He continued, "But she's dead. Fred muttered gleefully, "Unfortunate scumbag," knowing that was a benefit he could use. Without a Luna, an alpha was like a crater in a volcano, which was potentially very dangerous for both him and the group he leads.

Chrissie sounded intrigued. “Yep. Now you remember.” “The news was all over the papers. Sure, I remember. With a story like that, who wouldn’t have?” “The guy’s tall, about six-foot—” “Ah,” Chrissie said, as if she were putting two and two together and coming up with Diana's old acquaintance. “Six-foot-one,” Caleb said under his breath. Diana pinched his arm. “Shhhh.” “Dark brown hair and eyes. Muscular. He tried to free the wolf from the zoo on pretenses he was transferring her to another zoo. Then he arrives at the hospital, frees his partner, and vanishes.”

It was faint and I was surprised when Lola embraced Ramanov, it was a dream torn and shredded. Fiona exchanged glances with me and I forward it to the Beta that stood beside Lola, was I seeing an asteroid? Ramanov felt accomplished and Lola looked happy. After she pulled from the embrace, Ramanov held her happy cheeks in-between his hands and pulled her gaze directly towards him, his height was six feet tall and Lola was an average woman, her curvy body made her look unnaturally short as Ramanov looked like a giant, an enormous one before her.

He looked at me expectantly as he stepped forward a bit causing Davina and Andrè to take a stance. This caused him to smile and he had the cutest grin on his face. This was the Fergil? He looked so harmless and beautiful. “Ava! I’ve waited for you!” Even his voice was delicate and he walked towards me but Andrè blocked him. “You will not touch the Luna.” He said cautiously and Fergil folded his hands childishly. “And you won’t also touch someone of such respect and power!” He shouted back causing all of us to look at him confused.

"Don't grumble if you don't want the wrinkles on your forehead to increase by one." "Wow? Really? Did it really increase by one?" Daniela hurriedly pulled out a round mirror the size of her palm from inside the fur jacket bag she was wearing. Check the forehead and the area under the eyes, as well as the neck. Faintly looking in line with the fine wrinkles there, she spontaneously stared at Liam with lips deliberately ended in disappointment at the results. "It turns out I'm this old," Daniela whines. Liam burst out laughing. Unexpectedly, his mother really took seriously the joke he made. "Of course, Mom. Maxine is 22 years old, and I'm 20 next month."

Stella said to her and put her head on table. Angelina shook her head and looked at the teacher again. After some time the class time got over. "Finally" Stella said. Angelina smiled at her and looked down at her notes. "Did you really listen to her blabbering and noted down everything?" Stella asked her looking at her note. "Yes" Angelina said. "Luna, what was your position at your previous school?" Stella asked her. "Number 1" Angelina said and closed her notebook. "That's why you have that much patience" Stella said to her.

Laura smiled sadly as she watched her husband furrow his brows. “You still love her,” “Laura Galven,” “And you still hate the Goddess for making me your Luna… or perhaps, forcing me to be your Luna because of that one night,” “I said enough!” Dia shouted. He had never liked the topic very well. Laura would occasionally be like this. She would ask him about what he would have done if he knew Louis was his Luna or if it was Louis that had gotten pregnant and Laura was the Luna. But never did Dia answer her questions well. He had always avoided answering anything that related to the woman he loved… or still loves.

“Didn’t know the great Alpha Diego went around saving damsels in distress now. What’s next? Singing her a lullaby?” I turned my head sharply, glare cutting through the dark. He swallowed hard. “Alright,” he muttered, raising his hands in mock surrender. “No jokes. Got it.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing as they fell on the woman in my arms. For a moment, even Klaus went silent. “Diego…” he murmured, voice dropping low. “She looks—she looks like Kendrick’s Luna.” My jaw tightened. “I thought so too,” I said quietly. “But that can’t be right. Kendrick’s Luna is alive, healthy… and last I checked, not wearing red or throwing herself off a damn cliff.”

Stopping beside him, she spoke calmly, “Is there anything I can help you with?” Her eyes softened slightly as she continued, “I am the Luna. I’m supposed to help you carry the responsibilities of the pack.” For a brief moment, silence filled the area around them. Aurora waited for Damien to answer. But he said nothing. Instead— Cassandra laughed softly. A mocking sound. Aurora slowly turned toward her. Cassandra crossed her arms elegantly before speaking. “Who do you think you are?” Aurora’s expression hardened slightly. Cassandra stepped closer.