Layla Moon Author Novels & Stories

I stated, “You really need it, I guess you'll have to reheat the only thing you eat in this house… anyway since you're going into the streets, do you mind grabbing me the second volume of a novel?” “What novel?” “New moon, Stephanie Mayer. You can find it at the bookstore just down the street. And please be careful out there.” “Alright Mrs Lyra Moon.” “I dare you to repeat that.” She gritted. “I wouldn't want to see your wrath ma!” I teased more, knowing she hated anything ma. “And that's it!” She sprang up, but before she could catch up with me, I had already taken a run for it. Jogging around the Streets by this time of the night was really beautiful, I could feel the cold airbrushed my fa

Queen Emris asked as tears began to fill her eyes. “I’m pretty certain I do.” says my mom. “I would have to go back to the pack house to get my books and a few items that I need to break the spell. I could be back as quickly as tomorrow morning,” she says. I didn’t realize that it was nighttime, as in Layla’s mind it was still extremely sunny out. I can't even imagine the torment she must feel, knowing that someone is listening and watching her, and the sun never goes down. She’s a child of the moon goddess, and her lycan needs to be under the moon sometimes.

Please don't treat me so cruelly! Please! Please! I beg you! I prayed loudly and helplessly in my heart. Both of my tired eyes were bloodshot, but I dared not close them. However, Moon Goddess did not seem to hear my prayer. I saw it. Another strong black wolf suddenly burst out from behind the door and pounced my mother to the ground. Blood bloomed like a mandala flower before my eyes, and my mother's back was torn apart by him. She tried to resist, but her strength was as weak as a puppy when facing the strong black wolf.

He lifted his shaky hand and sent vines at her. ‘Still so unrepentant.’ She shook her head as she floated to the side, making way for his attack. ‘I would have loved to make him suffer a little bit more, but I can’t keep Eleanor in the sky any longer.’ “I am Layla, the moon child. The moon’s judgement and executioner and I find you, Draven, guilty of multiple crimes and abominations against your kind.” She shouted, lifting her glaive with both hands; the blade burned with white flames, and the halo of light around her glowed like the sun.

Behind him were a bunch of people she did not know, all of them sporting the same white linen outfits that her Dad was also wearing. "Look how much you've grown," Francesca's Dad reached out to her, but she instinctively stepped back, uneasy at the thought of someone familiar yet strange touching her. "Alberto, maybe we should give her some space," a lady beside Francesca's father said. "I'm sure this is all a lot to take in." "Right, of course," Alberto said, retreating a step back. "Francesca, my name is Layla. I am the leader of the resistance here on the moon, loyal to Selene. Alberto, your Dad, is one of my members, as well as these people behind me." the woman introduced.

Lynx scrambled away, still laughing even as Nathaniel chased him through the underbrush, sparks flying from his fingertips. Lalaine shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "The grown-ups are more childish than the orphans," she whispered to the girls, leading them back toward the nun to show off their braided hair. ---- Meanwhile, the library was a tomb of silence. To Stella, it felt like an orphanage for old, forgotten books. She wandered the aisles until a spine on the highest shelf caught her eye. She climbed the rolling wooden ladder, her fingers trembling as she pulled the volume out. "The Moon Princess" was embossed on the cover. There was no author listed. She flipped it op

And the silver light came to my hands without being asked, warm and certain and entirely ready. "Yes," I said. "Let us." Outside the Moonveil window the morning was clear and bright and the world was waiting. And Lyra Collins, Luna of Moonveil, daughter of Cole and Eliana, mate of Thorian Blackthorn, was done waiting for it. She was ready to build.

"Your punishment will be much different from hers. But I can give you a hint. For one, you're dead meat." Carina's mouth went agape, and her eyes also widened, "Ma'am, ple...." Layla was already out of the room before the latter could complete 'her' words. A smile appeared on her face, knowing she had already achieved her goals for the day. She was starting to enjoy this mansion after years. She had gotten to her room before she remembered that she hadn't brought the juice she had gone to get in the first place. "Oh well," she muttered with a casual shrug of her shoulders.

“Yeah. Promise. Where are we going anyways?” asked Layla in a casual tone. Lily’s disheartened expressions transformed into a wide cheeky grin at Layla’s question. “Blood moon” replied Lily with a smile. “What? Blood Moon? Why Blood Moon of all the places?” asked Layla nervously. Lily got up from her bed and went towards her closet.

I want that future. I look lovingly at Layla but she has turned her attention to the sky. Her brow is scrunched and eyes are squinting as she looks at something with confusion. I look up to see what she is looking at and I witness the most spectacular meteor shower. "It looks like the moon is crying," She says both in awe and sorrow. "Why do you say that?" I ask trying to see what she sees. "Come here and look," She pats the ground beside herself without taking her eyes off the night sky. I do as she asks and when I look up I see what she is seeing and my stomach falls to my feet.