Half- Blood Luna の小説・ストーリー

“Blood Moon wolves don’t eat like your pack. We consume essence. Memory. Power. It’s not murder, Luna. It’s survival.” Damian moved forward. “She’s not drinking your blood.” Valen didn’t even look at him. “This isn’t about you, boy. This is about her. She’s half mine. She needs to know what that means.” Luna stared at the red blood. Her wolf whined inside her. Not in disgust. In hunger. The Blood Moon half of her recognized it. Craved it. She closed her fist. The silver light flared. “No. I won’t.”

Two maids entered with trays of oils, makeup, and shoes. “We’ll help you get ready, Luna.” “I didn’t even get to rest,” Lydia mumbled. The maids chuckled. “Alpha Knox is already downstairs.” She sighed again and let them work. When she finally stepped down the winding staircase into the hall, the ceremony was already underway. Eyes turned toward her. Murmurs followed her like shadows. But then—there he was. Knox. Waiting in front of the Lycan ceremonial basin. He reached for her hand. They stood together under the hanging moonflower vines as the officiator chanted ancient words. They each dropped a few drops of blood into the silver bowl of water, drank from it, and then sealed it with a kis

Maximus stepped forward. “Don’t.” “She’s just a girl,” I added. “She’s the last line,” Elena said. “If she grows... they crown her. You think this is about power, Lila? This is about ending bloodlines that burn the world.” “Then you’ll have to go through me,” I said. Elena’s eyes widened. And then... I shifted. Not into full wolf. But something more dangerous. Half-bonded. Luna aligned. My bones didn't break.

“We promise resilience. We promise unity. We promise to meet every threat with our teeth bared and our hearts unbroken.” The crowd leans forward, drawn in; I feel their pulse syncing with mine. I turn to Leah, raising her hand higher. “Leah,” I say, my voice steady, “you are Luna of Bloodmoon. Not because I name you, but because you earned it, every hour of every night and day we’ve survived.” Gasps ripple through the crowd, then silence so thick it feels sacred. The moon splits the clouds above, a clean beam of silver falling over us, illuminating her like the goddess they whisper she might be.

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

Her wet ebony hair, her sun-kissed skin, her rosy lips; All bathed in the moonlight. She is the Luna. He had been sure of it since the day he met her. She was four when his father brought her to the castle, and she had amnesia. She was a white page, ready to be programmed. His father wanted to raise her to be his daughter-in-law. But Harvey found that grooming a child was a disgusting deed. So, after his parents' tragic death, he gave Aikiz up to the master of the Brown Pack to raise her among his children. The eleven-year-old Aikiz took his decision with delight. Because she loved playing with Ruth and Gin and because Harvey gave her permission to visit him whenever she wanted.

“And since I have chosen the Queen, the one chosen by the Goddess will still be respected as a noble in this kingdom,” “What does that mean? Was she, not a Lycan?” “What? A Luna chosen by the Goddess is not a Lycan?” “No! The king has yet to go into detail so let us not get ahead of ourselves,” “She’s a Lycan and the daughter of one of the most noblest blood of the Lycans though they had been swiped by the false accusation of our dear elders here,” Yulo furrowed his brows when he heard the one thing he mentioned to Adhler last night.

She had no idea I was her mate, and that's because she's an omega wolf, which makes it even more ridiculous. The next day, I asked my men about her, and they told me everything there is to know about my mate. Indeed, she was living a pathetic life. According to the prophecy, I need the help of a powerful Luna. She's nothing like a powerful Luna and definitely not the woman I seek, so why bother with her. “Alpha, why aren't you sleeping? It's way past midnight.” I raised my head up to Derek, who was staring at me with a suspicious gaze.

I can't be called an orphan because I am not fully human. I am a half-goddess human. I am the last descendant of the original lineage of an ancient clan named Luna, which has vanished from the ranks of the Werewolves. Because I am half Werewolf and half goddess, I was born with extraordinary powers. I can see the future, and I can make all the Alphas in this world fall for me. Because Luna was essentially born to be the true mate of an Alpha. So when an Alpha looks into my eyes, they will immediately fall in love with me.

I don’t know how I’ll feel if it’s confirmed she’s his mate. Kurt is in a dangerous situation, and as his mate Isis would be the Luna of those rogues. How would they take having a half-breed Luna who was raised as a hunter? I’m sure those that don’t want Kurt as their Alpha will certainly not want my niece as their Luna. And given her status as a half-breed with a hunter mother, even those who want Kurt as their Alpha may change sides.