His Rogue Luna Is A Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mission success. But… I’d had a glimpse of how good life could be with him now. How we were fated together and how this was some fantasy dream of saving me from my old, terrible life. A prince raising a girl from the ashes to lead as his queen. A Luna. A ‘happily ever after’ fairy tale. …But I was no queen. I was… a Raven. A harbinger of death… just as I had been named for. There was no room here for a Rogue Luna.

She is a Rogue and not eligible for anything. When he proposed his idea Alex was the first one to oppose knowing that the members of the packhouse would go against that. No one would accept a Rogue as their Alpha's mate or Luna. A Luna must be someone who would be chosen by Moon Goddess. But Leonard cleared his point too. When he had captured Iris he planned to torture her to an extent that even death would be scared to touch her. But he had never thought to see the mark on her. Even though he was the Alpha maintaining a peace treaty with other packs, he knew very clearly that anyone who would get a chance to rule over the territory won't stop from claiming such power.

I slashed out behind me and took down another Rogue. I turned toward Lila, and for a moment, the storm went still. She stood in the doorway, hair whipping around her face, eyes wide and silver bright. The energy radiating off her was unmistakable, divine and untamed. The healer, the Luna, the female I’d driven away. Every villager who hadn’t recognized me at first followed my gaze to settle on her as realization dawned: if I was the King, she could be only one thing. Their lost Luna, alive.

My pulse pounded in my ears as I took in their ragged appearances, the hunger in their eyes, I was surrounded. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” One of the rogues snarled, circling me like a predator stalking its prey. “Alpha’s little mate, alone in the woods, and forgotten.” I tried to back away but the first rogue still had me in his grasp. “Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I'll go, just let me go, please.” The rogues laughed, a cold, heartless sound that sent chills down her spine. “You're not going anywhere Luna,” the leader said, stepping closer. “You’re worth more to us than you think”

She said, Randall was almost in tears, he hugged Wren, “You are just like your Mother.” “I miss her too,” Wren said as she wrapped her arms around her Father tightly, "Except you haven't told me what actually happened between you two." Suddenly, Luna opened the door, “Good morning, my Princess!” she said in a thick tone as she bowed, “My king.” Randall looked at her direction, “Wow! You must be the new Royal Guard.” Randall beamed, Luna straightened, “Yes my King, from the Clan of Aurora.” She claimed, Wren broke the hug and turned to look at her, with a smile,

They circled her slowly, growling deep from their chest. Elara dropped her bag and stepped back, her hands shaking. Elara: "Stay back… please." The rogues laughed, a sound that was cruel and hungry. One of them spoke. Rogue 1: "So this is the human Luna. The one they whisper about." Rogue 2: "The key. Yes, she is the key." Elara’s heart pounded harder. She did not know what they meant, but fear filled her bones. She tried to run, but one rogue blocked her path.

“Mrs. Roberts, please understand I do not expect anything of you. I will not force you into anything you weren’t comfortable with please know that. However, before you make your decision, I feel I should tell you something of importance. I have challenged the current Alpha King for my rightful place on the throne. Please don’t fret, I will win, and he will fall at my hands. Though when I do win, I will need to stay in the Royal Kingdom…. Will you rule at my side as my Luna?” “Well, if I’m to accept you as my mate and you me as your Luna, then I suppose you ought to call me by my name. Please call me Rita” Dropping Angels hand she stepped towards William placing a delicate kiss on his cheek.

Her story wasn't over yet. Raglan thought he had won over her. He thought he had her son and got her banished to hell but he had forgotten one thing— He had forgotten the power he had given her. He made her his wife. She was the princess of death and now, she was going to return as the Queen of the Realm, a Luna the world has never seen before. A force that would exert her vengeance on demons and all the creatures who had ruined her for eternity.

Sol asked. Luna looked around. Making sure no one is listening. She fixed her long hair and straightened her blue dress. In a second took a deep breath, raised her head and stood tall. "I am going out to the town. I will be offered to the Moon Goddess later in the night and this is my last chance to be myself. But..." she leaned closer to Sol and held his hands. "You are the man in my dreams." Sol hesitantly took his hands away with a look of confusion and disbelief on his face. The princess might be the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, but this should not be possible.

Landon says. " Alright then. Well, get word out to all other rogue packs and villages. Start having patrol running night shifts. I know that they won't like it. But they will be able to alert the others to an attack and the rogues will have a better chance of defending themselves or at least getting away." I say to Landon. " Are we really listening to the Luna princess?" A girl scowled. " Luna princess. I like that." I smirk at her. " She hasn't given us any reason to believe that she is going to hurt us." Landon says.