Ex-luna's Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

Kelly knew what was going on and he made a loud howl, as if to beckon on the remaining wolves to come and see what was going on, in the twinkle of an eye. . The other wolves dashed out of the forest in a rush all beholding the scene before them, all of them virtually transformed back to their human self as they all bowed down in honor to the dying Luna. The light emanating from her to Marietta shone brightly as she muttered some words to invoke her powers in her, Marietta couldn’t really comprehend what was happening but she knew this was something huge as her fate is to be decided.

"The purpose of my attack on the Blue Lagoon was to draw your attention away from Gabriella, and I sent my men to retrieve her. However, when she arrived here, I was shocked to find out that she had defeated Lukas!" "Lukas is one of my strongest men, and he was just defeated by a she-wolfless?" "However, my research indicates that he was also successful in defeating Alpha Arman, who was formerly the Alpha of the White Moon Pack. Because of this, I started taking an interest in her. "If she's that strong, she could very well be the one I am looking for, a Luna, provided that it's appropriate! That one night spent in bed won't be the end of her life!"

And if I can’t have you, no one will. But Kael was wrong. She wasn’t his. She had never been. And as she closed her eyes, a new determination took root. He had tried to destroy her, but he had only awakened her. The Luna’s revenge would not be whispered in the shadows; it would be roared from the mountaintops. And she would not be alone.

“Controlled exposure. You’ll be the signal, I’ll be the shadow, and Damien and Elias will have eyes everywhere else. He thinks he’s hunting, but this time, he’s bait.” Luna’s breath caught. Fear warred with determination. “And if he sees me?” “He will,” Adrian admitted. “But that’s why you’re not alone. You’re never alone.” The plan unfolded with meticulous precision. Luna would exit through a decoy corridor, looping around the perimeter as the holographic feeds misdirected the ex and any other eyes watching. Adrian, Damien, and Elias coordinated the timing down to the second. Every step she took would be a signal, a calculated risk, a lure.

In a swift, fluid motion, the figure struck Luna square in the chest with a golden lance, the very weapon wielded by Zadkiel. Luna staggered back, a gout of blood spilling from her lips. She wiped the crimson stain away with the back of her hand, her eyes narrowing as she locked gazes with the mysterious figure. Realization dawned on her face, a mix of betrayal and fury. "You," she hissed, her voice laced with venom. "Hah! Never thought I was being played all along."

Just then my mate arrived at the scene with Shawn, his eyes broadened at the scene in front of him, “Luna, why would you hit me, I did nothing wrong,” Lia said in between sobs as she clasped the injured head. Xander turned to me with a questioning look, “No, no, I didn't do it,” I tried to explain, When she wailed again, hauling our attention to her and Xander's next actions shocked me. He immediately picked her up in his arms and walked out in fast strides, I watched as he exited the garden with her in his arms.

“I know what you did to Evelyn. I know Buster’s not even Asher’s kid. If I go down, I’m taking you with me.” My mind went blank. Not once had I considered our most loyal pawn would flip. But before I could even process it, I heard the soft snap of a twig behind us. Someone was eavesdropping. Holland suddenly took off running and started shouting at the top of his lungs: “Everyone listen! Luna Selene is a spy! She’s working for Ironclaw Pack!” “Shut up!” I screamed. “She’s the reason people died! Buster’s not even—AHH!”

Luna turned to the group behind her, her children, Lydia, Elvis and Rebecca. “This isn’t just vengeance,” she said, voice trembling with fury. “This is a message. If they want to crawl out of the dark and take from me, then I’ll drag the dark out by its spine and make it scream.” Then she closed her eyes for a beat, jaw tight. “Go,” she barked at the guards. “And don’t come back until their blood is on your boots.” The guards saluted in unison, fists to chest. Then they turned and vanished, their footsteps pounding against the stone like war drums.

Tony’s face was a picture of reluctance and unease, his jaws—tense, his shoulders—clenched, his face was etched with discomfort. “You’ll have to prove to us where your true loyalty lies. Wouldn’t it be awesome if you walk up to your baby girl over there and perhaps, tell her what it’s like to be at the other side?” Monica voiced—soothingly. She felt so eased as she said that and handed him the knife. My eyes widened right away but I felt safe in some sense. Deep in my heart I prayed to the moon goddess for just one thing—Medeina. “Monica, that’s not going to be necessary, you’ve got to stop this madness and let’s talk to terms, I’m the Luna of the pack and you’ve…” Roan tried to come in, as

The rain had not stopped since the Geneva Summit burned to the ground. Smoke still clung to the edges of the sky when Bianca returned to New York with blood on her coat and her daughter in her arms. The rescue had been fast, brutal, and merciless. Luca traitor, mercenary, and ghost from another life had taken Luna not for ransom but for vengeance. He wanted to prove Matteo had grown weak. He wanted Bianca to bleed. He failed.