Lana Loves Turtles Novels & Stories

He called, but I immediately stood up and rushed into the bathroom to throw up. … "Thank you so much, Charlotte, for hurting Alex that much and making him realize that I'm the perfect match for him. You getting mated to him was a mistake, and everyone just realized it. All thanks to you, Alex finally mated with me. Just wait until I get pregnant, I'm kicking you out once I become the real Luna of the red bat pack," Ariana leaned to my face and said, an ugly smirk etched on her face, before straightening up and began walking away.

She said, still looking at me. “Not really, I am pretty new at this, plus you are going to have to help me get Luna stuff ready so then I know how the pack works and what my duties are as a Luna, I'm sorry I just don't want to disappoint anyone that I'm not a good Luna. i know that i will struggle a little,but i want to wait until you are up for it and you are ready to go at your own pace Luna,” I said. I wasn't trying to make it overwhelming for her, after all she is still in the hospital and is still trying to recover.

The pathway was full of lively sounds, of the quiet hum of life, followed by the splash of creek water around the horses' hoofs, the rustle of the bushes as the rabbits and tiny creatures scampered out of sight. It didn’t take us long to locate the pack members standing on either side, their faces gleaming. A chorus of whispers rang in my ears, their eyes taking Lana’s appearance. She didn’t even deter, raising her chin in the air. Of course. Princess Lana was not an ordinary omega; having been born into royalty, she must be used to this.

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.”

Lana The Moon Goddess just threatened me. Could she truly do that? I wondered. As if she could read thoughts, she tilted her head and spoke. "I can threathen you and I certainly have every power to enforce it. You forget that you are my subject, Lana. So is every other wolf in every packs across the world." “I have not been wasting time,” I argued. “I’ve been trying to figure things out, okay? I’ve been trying to get proof against Diego and Amethyst and—”

She spent hours observing them, their fluffy bodies and innocent expressions captivating her. Not content with being mere spectators, Luna eagerly volunteered at the sanctuary, assisting the dedicated caretakers in their efforts to protect and conserve these endangered animals. She learned about the important conservation work being done to ensure the survival of giant pandas and participated in activities such as preparing bamboo and feeding the adorable cubs.

Salivating her mouth, ready to begin filling her hunger when she heard him call her. Doubting that possibility, Lana shook her head, trying to clear her mind from the unnecessary sounds she has been picking up lately. “Lana, fill your stomach, and you will stop hearing things.” She grabbed the lap of a roasted chicken which she had picked among other things and bit. Chewing the flavored meat, she felt her heart excited. She moaned into her food, biting, and chewing as she hurriedly stuffed her mouth with chicken, vegetables, pancakes, and oatmeal. She drank a glass of warm milk to wash her meal down.

"Look at her. She's actually being a kid." They spent hours at the lake. Luna chased fish she had no hope of catching. She discovered frogs and spent twenty minutes trying to befriend them. She built sandcastles that collapsed immediately, then built them again with stubborn determination. Aria and Dante swam with her, played tag in wolf form, and simply existed without the weight of prophecies and Void threats crushing down on them. "Mama, look!" Luna called. She'd found a butterfly and was trying to mimic it by flapping her arms. "I'm flying!"

Laila says, a little suspicious, but I plop some of my blankets onto her lap and direct her attention back to the TV, pressing play. Laila goes still for a while, frowning at the screen, and then glances sidelong at me. “How…how did you get the turtle in that box?” she whispers. “And who taught it to speak?” I burst out laughing as I pass my bowl of popcorn to her, conjuring a new one for myself. “Maybe it would be easier to just say it’s sorcery,” Anton murmurs, glancing at me, a delighted and mischievous light in his eyes.

How on earth did she get involved with people like them? “I love you too much to let you go, Nicholas and I am going to make sure I become the Luna of our pack. You can try as much as you want but as long as Michelle is alive, then my safety is guaranteed. If you think I am lying, why don’t you try and hurt me and see her get hurt in the process. Here” she tilts her neck and pulls her clothes a little away from her neck and this is when I see a small tattoo there, a tattoo I have never noticed before.