Romans & histoires Elayna R Gallea Books

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You know that, right?” Eliana giggled. “You say that every day.” “Because it’s true every day.” A knock came at the back door. Lena stood, brushing imaginary dust off her jeans. It was her boss—Ms. Rina, the kind bookstore owner who’d given her the job and never asked questions about her past. “I hope you don’t mind,” Rina said, stepping inside. “Dominic Black’s people are paying well to rent the display space for the gala. Good PR for us.”

Rainn replied, "Whom?" Beau said raising a brow questioningly. "Fala." My brows furrowed as he stared at her in confusion, "I'm sorry but who's Fala?" "She's soon to become the Luna of tribe Fianna, one of the thirteen tribes of Gaia." Rainn replied nonchalantly.

It was as if they were welcoming royalty into their home. “Welcome, spero che il viaggio fin qui sia andato bene.” Seraphina Vitelli came up to me, hugging me and kissing my cheeks “Yes, the drive here was fine, thank you,” I forced a smile. “Well then, come, come!” She was quite beautiful, looking at her from up close, she had light green eyes and platinum blonde hair, which suited her perfectly. She looked so much like her daughter, except for the hair. “I’m sure you’ve all met, this is Elia,” she motioned to her husband, “my children, and your husband, who doesn’t seem to want to greet his wife,” she said the last part sternly.

Lynx scrambled away, still laughing even as Nathaniel chased him through the underbrush, sparks flying from his fingertips. Lalaine shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "The grown-ups are more childish than the orphans," she whispered to the girls, leading them back toward the nun to show off their braided hair. ---- Meanwhile, the library was a tomb of silence. To Stella, it felt like an orphanage for old, forgotten books. She wandered the aisles until a spine on the highest shelf caught her eye. She climbed the rolling wooden ladder, her fingers trembling as she pulled the volume out. "The Moon Princess" was embossed on the cover. There was no author listed. She flipped it op

Lynexia returned to her plate and picked at her food. “So, Lynexia, what do you think of your new home?” Xander questioned. “Its nice.” she responded not looking up. “How did you sleep?” Ginger questioned. “Fine, I guess.” the young girl shrugged. “How did you spend your day?” the older woman asked. “I looked around the apartment, took a nap, and read a couple of books.” Lynexia explained. “Oh, what books did you read?” Ginger perked up. “Well, I actually found a set of books that said they were published right here. The author was listed as Selinas Astrea.” Lynexia responded. “A very good writer. They tell great stories that keep the legends of wolves through the generations.” Xander states

Elena turned the book so they could see the cover. “The First Luna.” “I know that book,” Kael said immediately. “I read it when I was younger.” “You say that about every book,” Rowan replied. “Because I read a lot.” “No, because you enjoy pretending you read a lot.” Kael looked personally offended. “I did read it.” “Then tell us what happened.” Kael opened his mouth, paused, then closed it again. A grin slowly spread across Rowan's face. “That is what I thought.”

Verena opened up the book to show how blank it was, saying, "This would only work under the moonlight." Galen nodded, "She is right," he said. "You would be able to read it under the full moon's light." "Rena, you should-" Galen was stunned. He stopped midsentence since he realized that Verena was spacing out. She held the book Lunaria and flipped through its pages as tears started forming in her eyes. "What's wrong, Rena?" he asked. "Why are you crying?" Zoren rushed to make her face him. "What's wrong?" he rushed to ask. "Are you feeling alright? Are you hurt? What's going on? Tell me!"

Rhea The room is very quiet as I stare at Selene Nightengale. I hear the sound of a clock tick and the sound of guard’s boots outside. I look at the wine glass Selene pushed toward me. It's filled with deep red wine that shines under the dim lamps. My dry throat is dry, partly from a long clinic shift and nerves of sitting across from the woman who was supposed to be the Luna of this pack.

However, they had never been able to comprehend the Holy Jade Scriptures left by Master Franklin. Yalena was already a twenty-sixth generation Goddess of Light and there was only half a volume of Holy Jade Scripture left. She had been studying it for several years and she still had no clue what was in it. However, Darryl was saying he knew the words carved on the jade, so how could she not get excited? Darryl was puzzled when he noticed Yalena’s eyes were filled with expectation. ‘Even if I can read the words carved on the jade, there is no need for her to be so excited, right?’

She looked up, her green eyes searching Elana’s face. "Did Fenn show you?" Leela asked quietly. "The books?" Elana recoiled slightly, shaking her head furiously, her lips pressed into a thin, white line. "No," Elana said, her voice hard and final. "He offered. I refused." She stood up, pacing a short circle around the kitchen island before turning back to Leela. "I have been a Luna for thirty years, Leela," Elana said, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "I have seen men die on the field of battle. I have washed the blood of my pack members out of their furs. I have buried friends."