Klaus Lunettes Novels & Stories

I just used alternative ingredients but it is failed because it's not potent enough. "Let's get a lot of these, hurry. Find Lunette."

I couldn't do shit, and it was driving me fucking insane. “The story of the True Luna is really a legend among the witches.” I heard the fucker’s voice. “I wasn’t even aware of it until a witch told me about it. The most fascinating thing about her is that she is stronger than any other wolf. She can’t be hurt or killed using wolfsbane or silver. She is indestructible and very valuable. She is the only creation on this earth that can share her abilities with others.” I heard gasps all around us. Our pack members didn’t know how special she was. We didn’t even know how special she was. We knew bits and pieces, but not this. If what this fucker was saying was true, then she was really extraord

Marianne's POV The door opens on it, making me marvel. I thought that it was going to be opened from the inside perhaps by a servant or Bianca was going to push it open herself. So it has an automated control? My eyes widen in awe as a bluish glass door whirls open after the golden door opens, this opens on its own as well. A luxurious scent fills the interior of the chambers, attracting my eyes to the four demi-gods seated before us. On the tallest seat, plated with gold, the lycan king, Alpha Nico is seated in all his glory, his eyes glowing with a furious radiance and an authoritative aura. Beside him, one on his left, is a tall, young man, more handsome than him ten times, I blink my eye

she paused, looking directly at him, “Think about it.” He raised an eyebrow. “I mean if you can convince me a bit more.” Ophelia hesitated, then pulled out a fourth bottle—this one different from the others. Sleek, gold-accented, with the name Lune d’Or etched in cursive on the glass. “I hope this can change your mind. I made this at the age of seventeen.” Marcus’s eyes widened. “This…this is yours?” he asked, stunned. “Lune d’Or is in the top three right now. Every luxury brand is dying to find out who created it.”

The word does not sit very well in her mouth, but she still addresses him as such. 'You never changed. You're still like that kid that plays around the castle as if it was not a place flooded by blood,' Louise thought as she stared at his back. The Crown Prince, Galien, glanced at her. "It's not like you didn't know why I am here, Louise," Louise stared at his crimson eyes. Werewolves are known for their fierce eyes, but only those of royal blood have eyes as red as blood. It's a clear sign of being blessed by the Moon Goddess.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

I quickly took out my outfit and went to the other room to get dressed. I was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for her, dressed in a blue Armani suit with silver ornaments on it. My hair, with lots of hell in it, was pulled back into a small man bun, small stud earrings were in my left ear, and a silver ring that I'd gotten in the jewelry shop. _“Where are you guys? You're late, General.”_ Howard's voice spoke into my mind, and I groaned because I forgot to put it up the minute I got into the pack.

Brown asked again, stepping out after her, but Rebekah was no longer paying attention to him. Before them was a man in a white shirt and a blue suit, with gold studded buttons that matched the rims of his glasses. He wore a lazy frown – the kind that rich spoilt children always flaunted at the mall. “And what are you doing here?” he directed his question as Brown. “Good Morning, Sir” Rebekah offered. He raised a finger in her direction, shutting her up his eyes still plastered on Brown. Brown didn’t lose his smile. His beautiful blue eyes danced from Rebekah’s face and back to the man in front of them yet he didn’t say a word.

“Without hurting her?” “Yes,” She takes out a set of tools from behind the counter. “Put your hand here. She puts on a pair of glasses and bends down, my hand under what looks like a big microscope, a sharp tool in her hands. “Now don’t flinch.” “That’s going to be difficult to do,” I hiss, feeling the ring burn. “Max?” My mate nods, “I’ll hold your hand steady.” I take a deep breath as Max holds my hand tight in his, an almost painful grip as the woman begins. The whirring of the tiny blades makes me hold my breath.

They shrugged in response. "Perhaps I should-" A whoosh interrupted Megan's speech and she looked up to see Kei suddenly standing behind the boys. Just like earlier in the day, she had on her black leather outfit and boots- the others were still wearing their earlier outfits too, actually- but this time, there was one too many knives sticking out of various parts of her pocket. The purple crystals on her clothes shimmered erratically when she came into view, almost as if the tech in them was still trying to orient itself to her new position.