Does Luna Lovegood Die Mga Nobela at Kwento

the salutary sympathized with him. Grey sent "No!" Grey bellowed out in pain as he crumbled down to his knees and for the first time in his life, he shed tears. His sudden scream attracted Gwen, Zing, and Jayden standing outside and they rushed in. "What's going on?" Zing asked as he saw Grey on the floor with his head bowed. The salutary swallowed. "The Luna is no more," he said to them, and Gwen shook her head in disbelief.

Holy magic was already eating through her essence, preventing regeneration, burning away the life that tried to cling. "Luna," she whispered. "The wounded. You have to—" "*Shut up,*" Luna sobbed. "You are not dying. You do not get to die. I need you. The pack needs you." Elia smiled. Faint. Sad. "You are... the worst patient," she said. Her hand found Luna's. Squeezed. Once. Then went slack. The light in her eyes faded. Gone. Luna *screamed.* Power exploded outward—raw, uncontrolled, grief made manifest.

I walked out of the pack house only to find some pack members panicking. “What's wrong?” One girl asked a friend as they all ran in One Direction. “They said they found Luna dead in front of the border, but we don't know if it's true or she's just unconscious.” Wait what?! I widened my eyes in shock. What did they mean by I was dead

"Since he first heard about your rejection. He saw the news, saw your face, and something in him just... snapped back to that place he'd been five years ago." I moved deeper into the shrine, my legs shaking. A wedding photo showed Lyra in white, her hand resting on a small bump. Her eyes looked haunted despite her smile. "What happened to her?" "She died during the bonding ritual." Luna's admission was barely audible. "The one Kane's planning to perform for you tomorrow." The room tilted. I grabbed the desk for balance, knocking over a frame. It shattered on the floor, revealing a journal beneath. "Don't," Luna warned, but I was already reaching for it.

My soul floated above the room as I watched the scene unfold. Vincent's shoulders were shaking hard. He let out a sound like a wounded animal. Even his wolf was crying over the death of its Luna. I didn't know how long had passed before Vivian's voice broke the silence from the doorway. "Do you even want to know how she died?" Vincent lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, like they were about to bleed. Vivian walked in holding a sheet of paper. It was a healer's report.

Miranda sighed and adjusted herself on the bed. “Luna Aurora. She was the Luna of the Grey moon pack. But she died two weeks after that night. She got shot by a dark witch‘s poisoned arrow, and after much suffering, and not responding to any treatment, she died." Miranda paused, searching Audrey's face before she continued.

“What have you done?” Her voice trembled with fear.“I— I don’t know.I wo—woke up and—” “Don’t you dare lie to me, Luna.”Elder Maeron’s tone cut right through her words like a blade. “We found traces of moonfire in his wound, an energy that only a Luna could summon.” “That’s impossible. That’s a lie.”She whispered.“Kael and I— he was fine last night.” Maeron stepped too close, his jaw tightening. “The Alpha is dead, his heart carved out of his chest, and his blood on Luna's hands.The moonfire burned your mark.And you expect us to trust that you have nothing to do with this?”

Everyone wrote it off as a cruel blow of fate, a tragedy that couldn't be avoided. The second was chosen when Elijah was thirty years old. After a long mourning period, he chose a new Luna under pressure from the royal alphas. Within a year, she met a horrible end from wolfsbane poisoning. To this day, no one knows if it was murder, a curse, or if she took her own life. Three years ago, Elijah chose a third Luna. On the day of her coronation, she died in a car accident with Elijah. A shard of silver metal pierced her chest. Elijah was blinded by shards of glass with traces of silver dust; a peculiar incident indeed.

But because staying in bed staring at the ceiling isn't helping. Nova walks with me to the Great Hall for breakfast. Students stare as we pass, but no one says anything. They know. Everyone knows about Miguel. About the human boy who died because he loved a wolf. We sit at our usual table. Aria, Sienna, and Lyric are already there. They look relieved to see me. "Luna," Aria says gently. "We're so sorry." I nod. Words still feel difficult. "We're here for you," Sienna adds. "Whatever you need."

She smiled and left. Luna didn’t wake up throughout that day. I watched over her. I noticed her constant broke sighs. She must have cried a lot. What could have honestly happened? She went to a wedding and returned broken. What did the couple do about it? Was their wedding sabotaged? Who shot Luna? These questions built up in my head. I hope Luna wakes up soon to answer all my questions. As the night deepened, I lay beside Luna, her sighs were gone, and she was sleeping peacefully. I pecked her on the forehead and closed my eyes to sleep. The shaft rays of sun pouring through the window were fixated on my face. I turned to the opposite side, I moved my hand on the bed to feel Luna, she was g