Lana Loves Turtles Novels & Stories

It broke her heart. "Emma, you know all you can do is your best. You're already a volunteer worker at the shelter! And that's a lot of hard work. Also, you want to become a vet! And doing that, you'll help so many kitties, puppies, and maybe even a turtle!" Emma laughed. "A turtle?" Emma raised an eyebrow. "Well maybe! Who knows?" Emma laughed, her smile finally coming back. "There is your smile; it was gone for a little while," Lucus said as he placed his hand on Emma's cheek. Emma suddenly got really shy and made the cutest little whinny sound, hiding behind Lucus.

Tansy and Millie, two of the sprites in our pack come flitting over to me. “Lady Guardian Leana. Lady Guardian Leana,” they say. “Hello ladies, is everything okay?” “We want to help Lady Luna Emlyn.” “But we don’t know how.” “We saw her crying.” “And she so strong.” “She shouldn’t cry.” “So wanted to know...” “If you knew what we could do…” “To help her.”

I fired. It was a shade. I expected Landon and Riley to be annoyed but they just looked at each other and laughed. Their laughter was loud and confusing. Charlotte looked at me. I'm sure she was confused as well. “Awww… we're so sorry. We know nothing. We were just teasing her,” Riley dryly said. “The moon goddess gives and takes,”Landon added. I mindlinked my beta to come over to the patio. I needed something to ease the tension. As I was about to leave the garden for a stroll with my beta, Alpha Liam and his luna, Chloe came in.

“My queen. Always.” “What’s new?” “The patrols are out,” she said, voice lower now. “Ryan and Logan have that under control but the energy in the pack is… tight. Everyone’s feeling the tension.” I nodded, but my gaze drifted drawn like a magnet to the corner of the room. Turtela. She was playing, crouched low, her tiny fingers wrapping around a carved wooden wolf one of the artisans had made. Her green eyes sparkled with wonder, her mouth curled into a grin so innocent it made something ache inside me. And then she looked up.

“Anders cuts your ties so you could come here and get close to us.” “No, no, not at all,” Lana insisted. “I’m not… I wasn’t a Dawn Stalker. I swear. I…” Lana played with her hands, averting her face again. “You obviously cut ties recently,” Lucas said. “Who was your pack, Lana?” “I… I was a Gravetail,” Lana finally admitted. “A Gravetail?” Lucas’ brow furrowed as he looked at me.

Lana was kind, but she had two healthy, loud children, and sometimes her words, meant to cheer up, were like tiny, sharp knives. "Claude!" Lana said, rushing to the bed and taking her hand. "I left my little monsters with my mother. You won't believe what my oldest did today—she tried to feed the fish toothpaste! I swear, I was ready to call a boarding school! Kids are just chaos, you know? But you can't live without them."

What the fuck is she talking about. “2…1…Happy Birthday!” The crowd shouts. Everyone starts to sing for he is a jolly good fellow at the top of their lungs. I zone them out and I feel my sister grab my arm. When I smell it, the most intoxicating smell in the world, my mate’s scent. I can hear her heartbeat loudly, feel the tug on my heart and soul. I slowly turn around in the direction of the scent, but I already know who it is don’t I?! She is singing at the top of her lungs, she smiles at me as I meet her gaze. My Luna…my mate…my Lizzie.

The kidnappers came fast at her. But Lana wasn't a weakling, either. She wouldn't just stay there and do nothing about it. She pointed her toes to the ground and made a big circle. Dust and debris came into the air and covered the five kidnappers completely. "Little bitch, how dare you try me? You'll see what I'll do to you!" As Mr. Tooth Decay cursed at her, Lana secretly crept to the other end of the Ironhide Mountain. She was about to climb.

he said with a smile. Lily laughed. “Must be the silver turtles or the dolphins with the blue gemstones. I do love those ones.” “That does sound familiar. Do you have any that aren’t marine animals?” “Duh! Those do make up most of my collection but I have others too. See? Today I’m wearing sloths.” She brushed her loose hair behind her ear to prove it. Mark’s eyebrows rose fractionally. “What do you know? Guess I didn’t see that earlier. Sloths are an interesting choice. Can’t say I know much about them other than that they have a reputation for moving slowly.”