Romans & histoires Earth To Luna A Tale Of Tails

I love to be alone anytime am in great pain or anger. “I’m sorry my Luna,” I thought I got the voice wrong, but no, I wasn’t. It was Leslie speaking to me again. My anger rose like a cowboy running the contested race, and I wished I knew how to stop his voice from coming when he speaks once more, “Not my fault my Luna, it was because you are my mate. I can’t wait to introduce you to my father, who was also my Alpha.” His words confused me, what did he mean by the word luna, mate, and Alpha, what is wrong with this guy, what is wrong with me?

Yes readers, this is the end of Black Luna, just as how I imagine it. But hey, Black Luna fits this story doesn't it? Black means dark, not good, bad things will happen vibe? And she's a Luna, so...fits! I think you will exclaim and say "Huh?! Over already?! So this means...." And a question after that. So I'll answer some questions which I think you'll be wondering. 1. So this is the ending?!

They'd made a Luna. At the moment, he couldn't even process that because he was too busy thinking about how beautiful she was. Her hair was light blonde like her mother's, and her eyes were a crystal blue. She was also incredibly red and angry the way that her mother had been just a few moments ago, though Ellie didn't seem mad anymore (and he couldn't blame her for being angry when she was so unbelievably uncomfortable.) "Alpha River, do you want to cut the umbilical cord?" the midwife asked, holding up some special scissors.

I cut in. “Not everything is battle and control Willow. You control the Water packs already because you own Brett’s heart and have done for some time.” I look to Brett who winks at me making me smile. “But that leaves Earth?” Jeremy queries. Orla holds her brother’s hand. “We represent earth. Hallam means rocks. We represent the land Willow.” “Yes but I wouldn’t look to…” I am cut off by Lugh. “We would follow you Willow. We have waited a long time for Onara Eardwulf to return and we haven’t been disappointed. We will look to rebuild the alliance between shifters and witches with your help.

****************** "A Luna has been reincarnated in two separate bodies, and her fate has been divided as a result of the curse that she carries. One will usher in an era of tranquility for the human race, while the second will usher in an era of calamity for her kind!" The prophecy was delivered to everyone who was there in the holy temple on the mountain by an elderly man who had a long white beard and seemed to be in his late sixties, or early seventies… **Blackout**

“We should rejoice, Kingdom of the Lycans! After a thousand years— the Goddess has chosen another Luna to save us from a catastrophe that the higher heavens bestowed!” Yulo’s announcement made the crowd roar in excitement and happiness about the new Luna.

"I'm sure that was just her trickery, right, Darling?" "Sorry, my dear Luna. I agree with Rutherford," Ikaros said. The man glanced at me for a moment, and our eyes met. "I want to scold you. But you look pale. Are you sick?" I refused to answer. I had suddenly turned into a terrifying furry creature, and I began to believe that Lorelei was a witch, or at the very least, I was being pranked and there was a hidden camera capturing my expression. Now the fur was gone from my skin, but I was still traumatized.

I couldn't do shit, and it was driving me fucking insane. “The story of the True Luna is really a legend among the witches.” I heard the fucker’s voice. “I wasn’t even aware of it until a witch told me about it. The most fascinating thing about her is that she is stronger than any other wolf. She can’t be hurt or killed using wolfsbane or silver. She is indestructible and very valuable. She is the only creation on this earth that can share her abilities with others.” I heard gasps all around us. Our pack members didn’t know how special she was. We didn’t even know how special she was. We knew bits and pieces, but not this. If what this fucker was saying was true, then she was really extraord

Luna trotted ahead of them, cheeks pink from the elevator ride excitement, hair in two crooked pigtails that Rhea had wrangled with more enthusiasm than skill She wore her favorite wolf‑print hoodie, the one with tiny ears on the hood. “Mama, look!” she whispered loudly, pointing at the planter boxes. “The dirt is awake!” “The plants are awake,” Lyra corrected softly. “The dirt’s just… there. Like the floor inside, but better.” “Floor that grows things,” Luna said, awed. “Magic floor.” Rhea snorted under her breath. Across the garden, on the far side near the maple, Aiden was already there.

He was the sword of the earth, ensuring the ground remained firm while we fought for the heavens. Atop the temple spire, Luna was a pillar of iridescent prophecy light. She was calling the world back from the brink of the grave. Her power covered the entire mortal realm, a spiritual balm. I saw fragments of souls—pale lights that had been swallowed by the void—rushing back to their owners. The land itself began to pulse with green life under her touch. Trees that had been erased began to sprout from the ether, and the air grew thick with the scent of pine and damp earth once more. She was the weaver of fates, stitching the world's broken tapestry back together.