Novel & Cerita Halo: The Mona Lisa

Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.

The Hadens had found them again. The three of them; Mariana, Scholastica, and Cordis immediately started fighting them off. Theresa tried to run away with the glowing halo but was stopped by one of the Hadens who pushed her to the ground, making the halo to fall to the ground. He ventured to pick it up with his hands but the temperature of the halo melted off his hand, up to his shoulder level, and while he was screaming in pain and agony, Theresa gave him a death blow, clamped the halo with the hook rod, and ran off.

My mother gasped loudly, and my father looked white in the face. "Cimone." Halo looked at them and nodded. "Yes, I was made for her, one of the Goddess's original daughters. She's technically her first and most powerful, but we will discuss this later." I was shocked and confused all at once. How do my parents know of this being? My thoughts were cut short when Halo looked at me again. I won't lie and say I wasn't a little unnerved, but if she is my daughter's wolf, then she, too, is my daughter.

Chapter Sixty Nine: A Smile That Wasn’t Mine Selene’s POV The hall was bright. Too bright. Candles floated in the air, and golden cloth hung like ribbons from the high ceiling. People clapped and raised their glasses, smiling at us — at me. But I couldn’t smile back, not really. I could only pretend. And I did. Over and over again. I stood beside Evric, dressed in silver and red, the traditional colors of a Luna. My hands rested on my growing belly, and every time I looked down, my heart squeezed so hard I thought it would shatter.

Antonio shivered, Davina crumpled to the ground, the last surviving Twilight warrior dropped dead with his heart ripped out. The Silvermoon pack stood victorious. Raphaela bounded in, transforming to human form immediately. Lorenzo smiled, his blind eyes not seeing her. It was all over. He collapsed.

The head organizer widened his eyes, looking at Haya when she was trying to understand the situation. "Supplement?", Haya exclaimed. A lady was there with the organizer. She picked the sachet up and examined it. Haya was still clueless about what was happening. She could just realize that something would go terribly wrong. "It's illegal immunity booster", the lady gritted her teeth as Haya's jaw dropped. "You took this?" "It's not mine", Haya blurted out, looking at the girl who bumped into her. "She bumped with me" "Mine?", the girl clamoured. "What will I do with immunity booster pills? I'm not even a player, nor a dancer"

’ She thought. “Sheila, relax okay. This is really happening. You are not hallucinating.” he said, slightly giving her a pinch. “Ouch! That hurts,” she cheerfully smiled. “Yeah, just so you know that this is real. I promised to protect you and give you a good life and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Be happy, my Luna!” he whispered to her ears. She didn’t know what it meant to be a Luna. So she just waved that away.

The road was surprisingly free. “Not bad? Don’t sell yourself short Brown. You were literally drooling over the Lycaon Ascension." “Is that what he calls it?” “That’s what Jeff calls it. Tony says he particularly asked for that piece with every single detail as it is in the mural.” “Who’s Tony?” “My boyfriend.” Brown’s eyes immediately peeled away from the road and immediately latched themselves onto her face. Did he just see her swallow? “Boyfriend?” “Yes. Boyfriend.”

I clutched my chest as power and pain rushed through me as my knees gave way and I plummeted to the ground. I saw myself standing on a wide, moonlit plain. The stars overhead were more brilliant than I had ever seen, and the air was clear. A figure with silver hair that flowed like liquid light appeared in the distance. "Melissa," she said quietly in a quiet yet deep voice. "Who are you?" I shook as I asked. With her bright eyes staring right into mine, she answered, "I am the Silver Luna." And you are my descendent, kid. You are my destiny, my strength, and my blood.

And the moment I crossed the doorway, the world collapsed. The gallery walls weren’t still anymore—the paintings writhed, their paint melting, faces whispering from within. Old symbols scorched across the floor, glowing faintly. And in the center of the main hall— The Moon Painting. The canvas hovered in the air, silver light radiating from it, spilling across the entire room. I froze, stiff as stone, breath trapped in my chest. Because standing in front of the painting was someone cloaked in shadow, the moonlight catching part of their face.