La Llorona: The Weeping Woman Novels & Stories

“Sadly, we will have to take Kaya with us. She is the only one that can defeat the shadows. She can touch them and they turn into dust. If Ragnar knows where the second piece is buried, then he will have them waiting for us, when we get there. I had to prove that I could keep my children safe… “Lorena.” I turned in fear and saw her, the Lady in White standing behind me. She looked sad and worried. Her eyes sunken and full of pain. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “The last time I saw you, you said something vague about a Golden Moon…” “And it is the reason why I am here again. You have to trust me. Lorena, you must not go to the graveyard with them tomorrow. Keep Kaya at home as well if y

On the right side, Elphaba stood in all her glory in her green-colored clothes. Elphaba started doing the rituals as Lenora came. A rare smile etched on her face as she saw Lenora in her glory as a queen. Andrea would be proud to see her like this. Yet… she was not completely happy. There is that old bastard who was ready to sink his fangs in her. Soon, the trumpets rang announcing it was time for them to start the rituals. She started praying for the moon goddess and the deity, who was the founder of the first werewolf in werewolf history.

The air grew thick, heavy with the smell of blood. Her heart began to pound. “What is this?” The woman lifted her face at last. It was Clara. Her eyes were burning red, her smile sharp. “You will never be Luna. You will never have him. Look around, Elara—this is what happens when you hold on to dreams that don’t belong to you.” Suddenly the ground split open. From the crack, wolves crawled out, but their fur was black and their eyes glowed with hunger. Rogues. They growled, their teeth dripping with blood.

she walks past me and I take her scent in, I can't figure out what it is but by the God's it is tantalizing, I will sleep out in the rain if this woman asks me to and she's got a damn nice ass too, can't wait to cab it. She bends over giving us a full view of it and opens the box "come and take a look " we all move over as sh steps out of the way and inside there is a woman, she's pretty and her eyes scream help me "cut the shit Jablesse show your true self" the beauty fades and blood red eyes and sharp teeth are now looking at me and she moved which exposes her hoof, I step back and look at her " what is this?" " a La Jablesse, a creature of the night that lures men to their doom, a member

, she said and my eyes widened in shock. No, it couldn't be. It can't be what I'm thinking. "You're Selene? Like the Moon goddess that werewolves worship, Selene? " I asked in awe and she laughed again. "Yes, I am that Selene, Lola", she answered softly. As I took in the fact that I was in fact, in front of the Moon goddess, my awe turned into anger and I asked her the question that had always been on the forefront of my mind.

Each vision was accompanied by a wave of emotional intensity as if the memories were trying to communicate something important. In one particularly haunting vision, Lyra saw a young woman standing on the edge of a cliff, her silhouette framed against the twilight sky. The woman looked exactly like Lyra, with the same features and expression. The wind whipped around her, and she was whispering Elias’s name, her voice filled with a mix of sorrow and longing.

Around it stood standing stones etched with runes—some glowing faintly as if stirred by unseen breath. Lyra approached, drawn by an unseen force. Her fingers grazed the surface of the pool and instantly the water flared with light, visions bursting behind her eyes. A woman—tall, raven-haired, eyes full of sorrow—stood over a newborn wrapped in bloodstained cloth. Wolves circled the perimeter, but none dared approach her. She whispered a name: Lyra. Then the vision shattered. She gasped and stumbled back. Kael caught her. “What did you see?”

Running towards the back of their house on the outer part of the forest, she came to an abrupt stop. The vortex was much bigger up close. She can still hear the faint call for her name. It was, in fact, coming from inside the hole! Luna hesitated but stepped closer to the vortex. Her hair and robe blown to different direction. The wind was getting stronger as she nears the black hole. Flying leaves grazed her exposed arms but she pushed on. Raising her hand, she tentatively touched the water like center. With a gasp, she pulled her hand back and examined it. Her hand had shortly disappeared inside the vortex!

"You're not fit to be my Luna." That's what my mate said before he rejected me for my own best friend. Heartbroken and humiliated, I was sold off as a bride to the most ruthless Alpha alive. Asher hates weakness and I'm wolfless, the weakest omega he's ever seen. He should have sent me away. Instead, he trains me, fights for me, and claims me as his own. But the closer I get to him, the more my past comes back to haunt me; dreams of a palace I've never seen, a mother I never knew, a power I can't explain. I'm not who everyone thinks I am. And the truth about who I really am might just end the world and put the man I love in danger.

Alice whispered softly, taking a step closer. At the sound of her voice, Leonora’s eyes fluttered open. She sat up slowly, still clutching her doll, her expression calm but alert. Alice immediately moved closer, taking Leonora’s hand gently in hers. “Mano po,” she said, offering the traditional gesture of respect. Leonora smiled and responded, “May the Lord give you mercy.” Her voice was soft, yet there was something ancient in her tone, something far beyond her youthful appearance. She glanced at Pedro and offered him a gentle smile as well before turning her attention back to Alice.