Isla-moon Mga Nobela at Kwento

I spotted Magenta’s cell phone on the nightstand beside her bed and quickly dialed Nikoa’s number. Although I didn’t say anything, I was already starting to feel the effects of the Blood Moon, and Magenta was right. As the night wears on, the urge to mate will only get worse... until I claim Brenna as my Mate and Queen. “I’m calling Nikoa. You stay here and rest.” “Nikoa Blaise speaking,” he answered on the first ring. “Nikoa, it’s me… Adan.” “Adan!” It sounded as if he was walking as he shifted ears. “To what do I owe the honor of a phone call on the first night of the Blood Moon?”

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

She was about to call a maid to ask who was occupying the room but when she heard that annoying, sinister giggle, she paused and gestured to the maid she had called to go. " Daria. It's nice to see you again." The feminine voice said and she turned around to see a woman who with makeup looked like a lady. Her face was all cakes up with makeup and like her, her black hair which was braided dangled behind her. " Who's this?" Daria mind-linked Callum who was standing metres away, watching the scenario before him. " The Alpha's cousin. She's the chosen Luna of black moon pack, Luna Isabel. She has been around for a while. She doesn't seem to like the real Daria so be careful around her." Callum

She said innocently. Kaden and I spare each other a knowing glance. "I know I am a monster." Isabella says, crying. "Everything I touch eventually dies, I am cursed, I destroy everything." Her words hurt my heart. I hated seeing her like this even though I didn't know her yet, I felt a deep love for her. Both future Kaden and I go and comfort her. "What's wrong with her?" I ask the moon goddess. “Isabella took certain traits from a very disrupted Delacourt family member or two" the Moon goddess frowns. “That's why I am showing you this because if you do decide to wake up you will get pregnant with Isabella and Damien and history will repeat again.'"

And Bella, my Luna who fought many battles and faith for me listened with the promise of tomorrow in her eyes. My gaze went up to the sky and I saw the moon still shining through the dark sky. “ Thank you,” I said softly to the Moon Goddess who made this happen. I was the luckiest man on the entire planet to have Isabella as my mate, my wife, and the mother of my child.

"I, Killian Thorne, Alpha of the Silver Moon and Lycan King, take Isabella of the Iron Fang Pack as my Luna." The clearing erupted in cheers, but for me, the world went silent. The air turned into ice. Isabella stepped out from the shadows behind him, a stunning woman with hair like spun silk and a smile that did not reach her predatory eyes. She looked like a queen. She looked like power.

The pack’s compound was quiet, a calm that felt deceptively serene. The crescent moon symbol, etched into the wooden beams above the main entrance, glinted in the early morning light as Isla stood just inside the gates. Her pulse raced, each heartbeat echoing in her ears as she took in the scene before her. This was Luca’s world. A world she now shared, for better or worse.

Isabella sought to control us all, to bend the pack to her will. I continued my pursuit, all the while keeping a safe distance. We arrived at a clearing bathed in moonlight, and Isabella's presence took on a more ethereal quality. She stood at the epicenter, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. As I watched, a surge of energy rippled through the clearing, and the Moon Goddess appeared before her with a radiance that could rival the moon itself. Her voice carried a soothing power, her words filled with wisdom and protection.

“I know it was painful, but—” “It was more than painful,” Isla interrupted, her voice trembling. “It was traumatic.” She could still feel the sting of that moment, the day Marvi had rejected her. She had been so vulnerable, having just lost her wolf, Selena. The moon goddess had seemed to smile upon her when Marvi appeared, a beacon of hope in her darkest hour. They had shared three blissful months together, and Isla had thought she was finally whole again. But then came the text message that shattered her world.

Then she whispered: “On the night of the festival, when the bond pulled us together… the moon chose her. Isla was marked before she was even born. She carries the bloodline of the first Luna—the one said to have walked beside the Moon Goddess herself. That is why they want her. That is why I ran.” Damien’s chest ached as if he had been struck. His eyes dropped again to Isla, sleeping so peacefully despite the storm she had unleashed. “She’s ours,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “And she carries the power of the first Luna.”