Liquid Dark Luna Novels & Stories

Only one other person clicked her mind, but till then she had to fish out information from Luna. Luna sprinkled the liquid all around before taking something from her back and drew a cross symbol on the ground before skipping on it severally. By this time the fake bodies of Logan and Tilda began to move to her amusement. She then went over toTilda's body on the bed before cutting her hair and inserting it inside a bottle , she did same to Logan and placed it inside the same bottle and mixed them up with a dark liquid dissolving it.

Four new Lunas had arrived since the day before, and Jeanette made sure I was introduced to them before getting everyone else settled in at the tables assembled in the greenhouse. “This is Luna Makayla Crestwood of the Red Oasis Pack, Luna Katherine O’Donnell of the Bloodmoon Pride, Luna Sarah Clark of the Silent Silver River Pack, and Luna Lisa Lawrence of the Raging Peaks Pack. Ladies, this is Alpha Selene D’Arcadia Volkov of the Opalescent Moon Pack.”

I said, nodding. I exhaled slowly, looking down at the pot we have used to cook the brew on the kitchen island. “I hope this brew works for you. I really do.” Calista smiled, her eyes full of gratitude. “It will, Lyra. I can feel it. Thank you for everything.” “Sure. Why am I doubting it now? We made it with love,” I said, smiling and she laughed. As I was preparing to leave, we heard a knock and soon an omega came in to tell us that Sylvia is here to see the Luna. Calista’s face fell and she reluctantly told the omega to allow her in.

The garden was unrecognizable beneath the silvery gaze of the full Hunter’s Moon. Once vibrant flowers now drooped and curled as though wilting under the weight of Erika’s apprehension. Clouds rolled sluggishly across the sky, dimming the moonlight. Rows of darkly clad Lycans gathered, their golden eyes gleaming like embers in the shadows. The air was thick with expectation, and Erika’s skin prickled with an uneasy awareness of every gaze trained on her.

If I had my way, I would hide my Luna inside the room till they left. His wife too…this slut! Why was she staring at my wife's boobs like that? I could swear I saw her licking her lips. I would make sure that Landon and his wife would take the room at the far end of the pack. These days my Luna had been acting so strange, I did not need people tempting her and giving her mother watering offers. “So tell me, Nicholas. What have you been giving to our Luna, she looks so shiny and plump! I like what I'm seeing,” Riley asked me.

Lyra straightened as a small figure appeared at the edge of the light from the kitchen. Luna Hale stopped halfway between shadow and brightness, bare toes curling into the rug, one fist rubbing at her eye. Her pajamas were a riot of cartoon wolves in lab coats. Dark curls stuck out in every direction, a defiant halo of sleep and stubbornness. Her eyes—grey with tiny shards of silver like flecks of moonlight—blinked at Lyra. “You’re supposed to be in bed,” Lyra said. Luna walked forward anyway. “You’re supposed to be not gone,” she replied seriously.

I turned away before either of them could say another word. Behind me, I heard him shouting my name. "Lilith!" "Lilith!" I kept walking. For once in my life... His voice no longer had any power over me. The deepest section of the dungeon was where prisoners who are condemned to execution where kept. That was where Cole and Ria were imprisoned. The moment they noticed me... Their expressions darkened. Ria stepped toward the bars. "So, the great Luna has come to gloat." I smiled calmly. "No."

An assistant jogged up with a card, handing it to Luna with an apologetic bow. She opened it. I can't undo yesterday. So I bought tomorrow's light. — K Luna read it twice. Then she laughed. Not a soft, polite laugh. Not a dismissive snort. A full, bright, unrestrained laugh that echoed across the courtyard and probably reached the ridge where Kael was undoubtedly watching. Dante looked down at her, his dark eyes warm with satisfaction. "Good. That's the correct response." "Is he serious?" she managed between giggles. "He bought a sun. A whole additional sun."

They dared doubt her. Her hands trembled as she reached for the vial the witches had given her, its dark liquid swirling like smoke. She clutched it to her chest, whispering frantically. “They will not take this from me. I am Luna. I am his mate. I am.” But in the shadows, her own reflection in the mirror smirked back at her, cruel and twisted, as though mocking the lie she clung to. And deep in the forest, Aria stood alone under the moonlight, her wolf murmuring softly.

Something hungry. “Lira of Nightclaw. You have come far. But you will go no further.” The grey light of the tear pulsed, and a wave of cold so intense it burned swept through the chamber. Lira felt her hidden light flare in desperate defense, but the cold pushed through it, seeking her heart. “I am the Unmaker. I am the voice in the grey. I have waited a thousand years for a Hidden Luna to come to me. And now you are here — young, strong, full of light. You will make a fine vessel.”