Liquid Dark Luna Novels & Stories

Yes readers, this is the end of Black Luna, just as how I imagine it. But hey, Black Luna fits this story doesn't it? Black means dark, not good, bad things will happen vibe? And she's a Luna, so...fits! I think you will exclaim and say "Huh?! Over already?! So this means...." And a question after that. So I'll answer some questions which I think you'll be wondering. 1. So this is the ending?!

Killian pleaded, stepping into her path. "I can't walk as a woman," she agreed, her eyes beginning to shimmer with that terrifying, iridescent white. "But I can stand as the Luna. Killian, get the children. And tell the Elders to open the High Balcony. If the Guild wants to see the 'Liquid Lunar,' let’s show them exactly what it looks like when it’s angry."

He got to act fast. Yes, poison. In his dream, he saw Luna standing in the middle of a room. The surroundings were dark, and a light coming from a hole above the room serves as the only light. He saw Luna saying a prayer with hands closed together in front of her, then she slowly turned around. When she faces him again, she is holding a goblet. Luna drinks from it. After a few seconds, she dropped the goblet and a red liquid flowed from it. Luna dropped beside it, looking at him, reaching her hands to him. Her hand dropped as she closed her eyes as well.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

He has grey short hair but brown eyes that match Louis’s. Mum walks over to join us with Luna Amelie, Brett’s mother. “Hello my gorgeous girl.” She kisses both my cheeks and squeezes me into an embrace. “You look stunning.” “Thank you Luna Amelie, you look amazing.” I add. Luna Amelie has always been gentle towards me, even though she has a reputation for being quite a ruthless Luna. She is wearing a silver silk dress and diamond earrings. She has long wavy brown hair, the same colour as Brett’s, that is styled into a side ponytail. She gives me a once over before turning back to my Mum.

That girl is still very young, probably she is in her early 20s, and young girls like her don't seem to be my type at all. My type is definitely like Lorelei. I like mature women who are strong opinions and critical-minded like Lorelei. I like her slim and tall body, her straight black hair that falls beautifully down her back, and her charming onyx irises. I have wait for so long to make her my wife, my Luna, and suddenly today I realized that my love for her have faded-in one second after the girl appeared. It feels impossible, horrible, ridiculous. Especially since this happened after Lorelei and I had a big fight last night about Lorelei's suspicions of me having another woman—which actu

The Luna whispered into Jack's ear, “I am sorry my daughter, I have to go and when the time comes, you must carry out your duty, I know you won't understand what I am saying but when the time comes, everything would make sense, I love you.” The Luna kissed Jack on her forehead and whispered, “my sweet daughter, now go to sleep and i'll see you tomorrow” whilst Luna gave a small smile along with tears that's forcing it's way out. The Luna whispered some sort of spell, making the child fall asleep in her arms whilst tears overflowed her cheeks. Not just that, little Jack's memory of what happened at that moment was wiped out. The Luna used her powers and made an identical self with light brow

Jackson mind-linked to me. “I love you too,” I replied, wiping away my tears. We were ready for the second part of the ceremony. Elder Johanna was leading the ritual. She approached us, placed her hand over our joined hands, prayed to Selene, and nodded to Jackson. “I, Jackson, Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, declare you, my mate Loreen Liira of the Silver Moon pack, our Luna—the Luna who will stand beside me to lead and protect our pack,” Jackson proclaimed. “I, Loreen Liira, born of the Lunar Eclipse pack and now a member of the Silver Moon pack, accept the title of Luna to Alpha Jackson and to our Silver Moon pack,” I said, locking eyes with him.

The blue light of millions of smartphone screens illuminated the night like a digital plague. In a plush, white-marbled penthouse high above the city, Luna was in the middle of the performance of her life. She leaned into the camera of her high-end ring light, her features softened by a mourning filter that made her skin look like translucent porcelain.