La Historia De La Luna Y El Sol Novels & Stories

I could feel her anger, her jealousy, her fear, but also her love—stronger than ever. And in that moment, I knew. No matter how complicated the emotions, no matter the tension, no matter the storms of jealousy or the ghosts of the past… Selene was mine. My Luna. My mate. The mother of my child. And I would protect that bond with everything I had, for as long as I lived.

The women took a few steps back to confer, and the man holds out a hand to her, “I’m Sol, God of the Sun and Luna’s brother.” Celine takes his hand and shook it, his skin was hot, but not uncomfortably so. “Celine, Queen Luna of France Celine de Laurant, officially.” She smiles at the God, who smiles back, but then he frowns, then his eyes go wide like he realises something,

Once the village children were all settled she began her story. “Now this is the wisdom that has been passed down by the ancestors, from generation to generation. It’s called The day of Black Sun. Many years ago the moon was in love with the sun, but the sun only saw the moon as nothing more than his reflection. The Sun was in love with the Earth Mother who cared for all life that lived on her, and gave mercy to those that were dying. The Earth Mother was always in the Sun’s view, until one day the moon tried to kiss the Sun and blocked his view of the Earth Mother.

Our children's laughter echoed across the territory—the sound of a future where chosen bonds mattered more than fated ones, where love was a decision made daily, and where rejection could become the greatest blessing in disguise. I was living proof of that. The rejected, weak, poisoned Luna had become the most powerful wolf in generations. All because one Alpha's rejection had set me free to find my true strength. And my true love. My second fate hadn't been written in the stars. I'd written it myself. And the story was far from over.

Together, Moon and Solana made the perfect couple. Just like their names, they were the pair of the Moon and the Sun in my life. Solana smiled widely and shook her head. "There is no need for that, Queen Victoria. It is an honour to meet you. And Moon left me in his bedroom. So I didn't go through any kind of inconvenience." Solana replied to me in a low tone.

" Yeah, well their is one that says, The earth, sun and moon lived together peacefully. Sun and earth were best friends who both admired the moon. Earth wanted to make babies with the moon and the sun tok wanted to make babies with the moon. They started quarrelling with each other and having a grudge. The moon on seeing that she was the reason the two friends were falling apart, decided to talk to both of them. But they couldn't come to an agreement. The earth and sun insisted she choose one of them once and for all, but she refused. As things got worse the earth and sun stopped talking. The moon decided to part ways with them and go to live in her own. The sun sewing she was determined to

The peace treaty between humans and wolves was fragile. Everyone knew it. One mistake could ruin years of hard work. One misunderstanding could reopen old wounds. One badly handled situation could create chaos. And who was more likely to make such a mistake than a human Luna who was still learning how wolf politics worked? My smile widened. Now that was an interesting thought. I pulled several documents closer. Reports. Schedules. Council records. Upcoming visits. Diplomatic meetings. The Luna had access to many things. But not everything.

“Let the moon decide.” Cass raised her arms. The witnesses joined hands, forming a ring around the pool. The old tongue rose again, and the air shifted, thickening. The moonlight brightened, flooding the clearing with silver. My skin tingled, the scars on my hands stinging as if every hurt I’d ever carried was waking up. Cass’s words faded, and the Hollow went silent. The only sound was my heart and the soft, broken breaths of those who had come to see if a new world could be born.

All at once. He didn’t cry. He laughed. “Why are you laughing?” a pup asked. “Because it’s beautiful,” Sol said. “All of it. The bleeding. The resting. The both. It’s all beautiful.” For 40 days, Sol told stories. Not new ones. Old ones. But he told them like they were happening now. Because in the sky’s memory, they were. On day 40, Luna’s Heart split again. 100 more moons. The sky now had 600,000 moons.

Those five wolves were still hanging upside down in the trees but I ordered a couple of warriors to take them back to our pack and lock them straight in the dungeon with the other warriors from this pack that weren’t following Tyler’s orders. They took them away immediately, because we didn’t want the problems while we were cleaning up the mess at our new pack. Tyler took me to the packhouse and we looked around the house. It wasn’t anything special and I wasn’t that fussed about it. I definitely hated the decorating scheme and that’s where we came across the Luna. Sitting on the couch crying. Owen walked over and tried to comfort her but she pushed him away, knowing that he betrayed his fat