La Historia De La Luna Y El Sol นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The seemingly ordinary place with a small lake now looked so ethereal in my eyes. Memories of how the moonlight shone on the area, bathing it in a silvery hue will forever remain embedded in my mind. “Let’s get this over with,” I muttered, standing in the area between the large boulder and the lake. The exact spot I came to the realization that I had just manifested my wolf. With Romeo’s life being in constant danger, my lack of strength was our biggest issue. As well as our way out. If I could manifest my wolf and show it to the village, the battle for Alpha will be nonexistent.

The Luna, who had conquered death, had found her happy ending. And the Luna who would conquer the future was writing hers. The prophecy was complete. The Crimson Dawn had risen. And the world would never be the same. TO BE CONTINUED...

Their love had outlasted empires, defeated gods, and reshaped the universe. Hand in hand, the wolf and the phoenix dissolved entirely into the night sky, their souls ascending to the divine realm of eternal light. They left behind a world that was no longer broken, protected by an unbreakable shield of love—a final, everlasting testament to the Luna who had risen from the ashes to save creation.

“It is one of the oldest myths in Lycoria. A human girl discovers she is mates with a prince, they fall in love, and by the end of the story she awakens as a White Wolf.” Kael stared at him. “That sounds ridiculous.” “Because it is ridiculous,” Rowan replied as he closed the book. “If it had been written last year, it would be shelved under romance instead of history.” Elena chuckled. “But it is about the First Luna.” “Yes, and I am saying it sounds like fiction.” “It did happen though.” Kael leaned forward with the confidence of someone who was already losing the argument. “Do not listen to Rowan. He does not believe in the power of love.”

As she read it, her eyes became bigger. I took the book from her and flipped through it some more. I handed it back to her, and she studied the picture on the page. “You have a scar that looks like this,” she informed me as if I didn’t know. It was cute. I nodded. I watched as they read over that section. She would look up and study me every now and then. It was as if she was trying to see what they were talking about. She wanted to understand what they were describing. Her eyes grew large, and I knew she’d made it to the last part. The moon cannot function without the sun. It does not shine. It cannot withstand all that is forced at it. It may not manipulate the waters. It cannot do anythin

Aurora narrowed her eyes and kept listening with her pounding heart as she didn't even greet the moon goddess since she was still in shock. While the moon goddess, Selene, wasn't in the mood to brush the topic, so she said, "We are facing a difficulty. As you know, there's a good number of wolves in this world of humans. We have been doing great for thousands of years, but someone recently discovered a wolf in the jungle, and a large group of humans formed a team to hunt down the wolf. I know they're not strong enough to kill the Werewolves, but I don't want the humans to get to know about the existence of us."

She has always had this weird interest in legends and folklore but this particular story has been a topic she persistently told me to the point that even I remembered every single detail of it. The legend started with Luna, a beautiful and benevolent goddess protecting the peace of two co-existing races, the werewolves and humans. Luna loves both races and showers them with blessings; abundant natural resources, a peaceful and magnificent environment, and the ever-so-needed light in the night. The peace continued for many centuries after, but as she grow more adept at keeping the prosperity and tranquility of her beloved land, a conflict arose.

She had difficulty sleeping well due to her irregular schedule and occasional insomnia. When the sun's rays disturbed her, Luna slowly opened her eyes and saw that the moon had given way to a beautiful morning sunrise. She stretched and yawned, welcoming the brightness of the new day. Glancing beside her, she realized that Lucas was no longer there. He must have left for work, Luna thought. She sat up and stretched her arms.

She had a very strong aura already that was a perfect mix between Fae and what I had noticed from Alphas. I sang her a soft lullaby that my mother used to sing to me. It was about a brother and sister who were searching for the moon because it would disappear during the day. They had many adventures until they learned that the sun and moon were siblings just like them but had to take turns being in the sky. That was until the eclipses happened, and they could be together for a short time. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Loki?” I heard Ziyah say.