Hyouka Light Novels & Stories

Tonight wasn't suppose to be different. If anything, it was suppose to be more easy than usual. But for some reason… it was still feeling uneasy. Maybe a warm tea ought to free me up. I walk to the door, slipping to my shoes before walking out. “Do you know who I am, huh?” “I'm the Luna oof this pack and you dare…” “I can easily make your live here a living nightmare.” “Ma’am please I'm sorry.”. “Please I am.” I was reaching the kitchen when I heard Crystal's stern voice.

As the first light of dawn peeked through, I saw Samuel. He was gone, turned into a ghost. His stubborn spirit had somehow tied me down too, like invisible chains I could not break. I wanted to get away, never to see him again, but I was stuck. He noticed me as well. His face, which had been ashen, suddenly lit up with an incredible glow. He blinked, tears streaming down his face. "Yocelyn!" He was so overwhelmed, moving to grab my hand.

I said, nodding. I exhaled slowly, looking down at the pot we have used to cook the brew on the kitchen island. “I hope this brew works for you. I really do.” Calista smiled, her eyes full of gratitude. “It will, Lyra. I can feel it. Thank you for everything.” “Sure. Why am I doubting it now? We made it with love,” I said, smiling and she laughed. As I was preparing to leave, we heard a knock and soon an omega came in to tell us that Sylvia is here to see the Luna. Calista’s face fell and she reluctantly told the omega to allow her in.

"No buts. He's my mate and that's fate. End of story." "So- you're the Luna of Blood Moon Pack?!" At the moment, the world stood still. I'm.. the Luna? I had forgotten. I had forgotten I was supposed to be the Luna. A Luna. I threw a shattered glass at him and it scratched his face. "Hey! Anna! What the hell. This face costs a fortune you know!" "Like anyone is gonna see it." "Tsk tsk." He got up and looked through the windows. "Beautiful view you have. "

She held the sleeve of her tunic across her face and ran to the door, praying it was not locked or barred, afraid of what she would find if she managed to enter. The door was open and the vestibule was free of chariko. The courtyard was dark. Where was the light coming from? Ilyria stepped through the doorway into the dark, silent courtyard. Even the birds made no sound. Looking up, Ilyria saw that the flashes of light came from the upper floors only. The courtyard was like a quiet dark pool. She walked softly across the stones, her feet making no sound as she went. When she reached the centre of the room, she again looked up. This time she could see the source of the light. The canopy had b

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.