La Luna Y El Sol Novels & Stories

“Solara was radiant and beloved. Her warmth fed the earth and her light guided the people, so her name was worshipped in every prayer.” “And Lunara?” I asked. “But Lunara, the goddess of the moon, walked in the shadows. Her silver glow was quiet, her nights were cold, and no altar was ever built in her name.” “And she grew bitter, hating her sister Solara,” I said, starting to remember.

Luna turned to me with tear-filled eyes, her heart overflowing with gratitude for the unwavering support I promised her. "If you ever think that you lost me, just look at the sunrise and remember that my love for you will always be as constant and bright as the sun," I whispered, holding her hand tightly in mine. "Because no matter how dark the night may seem, the sun will always rise again, just like my love for you." Luna smiled with tears glistening in her eyes, feeling reassured and loved in that moment. "Thank you for always being my light in the darkness," she whispered, leaning in to kiss me softly on the cheek.

"Okay, but it's not night yet." "It doesn't have to be, you seem to be having a hard time anyway." I climb on top the bed and wait for her as she moves from the comfort of the couch to the bed, sitting right by my side she said, "have you ever heard of the 'Lune of the moon', I guess not since I never told you this story. Well the Lune of the Moon is the brother of our Luna. Start sleeping cause it's gonna be a long story." A story of Lune huh. I thought that could be Lune, but Lune was a Star not a god, isn't he?

"Luna, it's not like what you think it is!" Lulla, who had been nervous about greeting Sol, suddenly fell silent when she was surprised that Sol suddenly raised her voice with a panicked expression. The girl looked at Sol with a puzzled look, while Sol cried inwardly while cursing her stupidity in front of the future Luna of Red Moon Pack.

But my solitude was interrupted by a visitor. The Luna appeared next to me, sitting down without a sound. I was surprised but not frightened. She greeted me with a smile and asked how I was doing. We sat in silence for a while, watching as the moon continued its journey across the sky. But eventually, the Luna spoke, her voice soft and gentle like the night itself. We talked for a while, about everything and nothing. It felt good to have someone to talk to.

I said in a joking manner and she smiled as if she even knew the meaning of a Luna but then she turned and asked me, “Karl?” she called and I responded nonchalantly. I was looking for something to eat for dinner, probably an animal which I could use as beef for the night before we started thinking of what we would eat for the next day because she seemed to be some sort of foodie. “Who is a Luna?” she asked and to be honest it didn’t startle me because I knew there was no way in hell she could remember all that for now she had amnesia. I tried to explain whatever it was Luna was and she thanked me and turned to face the wall deep in thought I left her for that because maybe she might remember

Luna dan Lucas welcomed the morning sunrise with a warm embrace, the gentle morning sunlight adding to the warmth of their hug. Luna nestled closer to Lucas, happy that Leon had invited her to such a beautiful place. It was her first visit to Santorini, Greece, a place known for its breathtaking sunsets and sunrises, and this morning Luna had witnessed the stunning sunrise firsthand. "I think we should have a place of our own in a beautiful spot like this, babe," Luna said, making Lucas tilt his head to look at her.

They raced through the open doors, past the courtyard, and into the unending blackness of the night sky. Solana released a sound of pure, unfiltered rage. With a weak laugh, Lunette lifted her head. “You will not take my magic, for it does not belong to you. You may embody the might of the sun, but I—” Her eyes fluttered. “I hold the strength of the moon.”

Leo was grinning, batting at a stray droplet of water that had escaped a canteen, watching it wobble like a translucent jellyfish. But it was Luna who caught my breath. Her hair, as white as mine, fanned out around her head like a halo of silk. Her eyes weren't on the Earth, and they weren't on the cabin. She was staring fixedly at the Moon—the glowing, jagged crescent that loomed ahead of us like a curved ivory blade. "It’s calling," Luna whispered. Her voice had that hollow, rhythmic quality that usually preceded one of her prophecies. "The Great White Wolf isn't on the Moon, Mama. She is the Moon. And she’s angry that the metal-men are crawling on her skin."

"Our grandfather stole our bond, but now we have a chance to rewrite our destiny, to rediscover the love that was robbed from us." Her words resonated within me, the revelation of another sister, Lila, leaving me breathless. The truth of my identity as the true Luna mated to the alpha brothers, remained unchanged. But the existence of Lila, a supposed dead sibling, added a new layer of complexity to the web of secrets and desires that surrounded us. Her words echoed through my mind, and I couldn't help but be drawn to the possibilities her presence held. However, a nagging feeling lingered a doubt that whispered in the depths of my heart. Was this reunion truly as innocent as it seemed?