Lola Moon Age Novels & Stories

“Yes Luna, I do. But please understand I don’t like Frankie because he is going to be Alpha someday. Even though we haven’t really associated in the same friend groups he has always been kind. Frankie doesn’t walk around like some entitled jerk just because he is going to be the next Alpha. He treats everyone with kindness and that says a lot about a person. He’s the most handsome guy I know, but he’s so kind to others and that is attractive too.” Luna Fran smiled and said, “Will you be old enough for the ball this upcoming Blood Moon? It would be interesting to see if you are in fact mates.” “We’re having a ball for the next Blood Moon? I will be 18 just in time on October 29th.” I replied

They all smile at me and Aunt Cynthia cackles, “she’s just like you Luna, she forgot.” I squint at her, “what did I forget?” They all say it at the same time, “your birthday!” My eyes widen and I look at my laptop for the date and blow a breath out of my mouth, “it’s not for 2 weeks,” I wave my hand dismissively at them and they all cackle. “You forgot and your going to be 21 this birthday, plus it’s a full moon,” Momma adds not so subtly. I look at them, “so, I’ll just have Christov come here and…”

They are hanging loosely off his hips. "Have you figured it out yet Maggie?" as he reaches out to feel my forehead. "Figures what out?" He lets a small laugh out "You are a late bloomer. You are known as Lupus werewolf. You get your wolf on the first full moon of your 29th Birth year. You are a rare breed but to be one of the strongest of wolves out there."

I was so delighted to see her safe, as I hugged her, it was clear Ramanov lied, he wanted to use my head, I chuckled lightly knowing that his vendetta had failed, but not so completely, “Lola, I'm sorry I couldn't come,” “You shouldn't worry, I'm much better now.” She said calmly. “ I was delayed, by a young woman—” I paused, I hadn't thought about it all this while, the woman claims to be the Moon goddess, it wasn't still clear, the moon goddess would care about her werewolves, besides she delayed me from helping Lola or did she heal her with her divine powers? “Which woman?” She asked, curiously.

asked Mother Superior. Luna only knew her name and age at that time, so the nuns had to consider the day she came to the orphanage as her birthday. She did not understand why she had no memories of what had happened and where she came from. She could only remember running out of the woods and wandering the streets with an empty stomach. Luna was stealing fruits from one of the market stalls when Sister Sola found her. The nun brought her immediately to Happy Village. She asked around if someone was looking for a missing six-year-old girl. But days became weeks, and weeks turned into months; no one came to look for Luna until now. Mother Superior then declared that she was one of many abandon

Lola’s pov, Lola slammed the door of her foster parent’s house and walked into the street. They could never just leave her alone. She had only been with them for 3 months and they thought they could tell her what to do. They thought bible study would be an effective way for her to get in line. Lola knew that they would give up on her eventually anyway, they always did. Luckily, it was not much longer now because in a week she would finally turn twenty-one. Which meant she could finally decide for herself what she wanted to do.

The warning came too late to change our destiny. For years, I have waited for the right moment—when Liira would be old enough to defend herself. The dreadful anguish that torments Leonhard every full moon has caused me pain as well, but I know we must stay strong. Our daughter can survive and fulfill her destiny only if she unlocks her powers, and to do that, she must turn eighteen and find her mate.

PROLOGUE 5 years earlier. Lola: 16 years old. The ground was painted red. The blood ran in a stream down the cracks and into the river. Little red clouds formed under the water, and she stared with tear-filled eyes at the bodies from which the blood was escaping. Her hands held the lives she had just taken, and her mind held the sounds of their screams. Their eyes were still wide open as they stared at their faith, she who had ended them all, she who nobody could escape.

“A Luna? But I thought they were chosen by the Moon Goddess, Selene.” “They are.” She nodded, leaning in. “Tell me, child. Has a full moon passed since you turned eighteen?” I thought for a moment and shook my head. “No, not to my knowledge. I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago.” Magenta let out a deep breath. “As you probably know, when a she-wolf turns eighteen, she can present herself before the Moon Goddess for consideration to become a Luna. if she so chooses.”

Elara's expression softened with understanding. As I slipped the stained robe from my shoulders, Elara's gaze fixed on my lower back. I felt her fingers, trembling slightly, touch a small birthmark there—a crescent-shaped mark I'd had since birth. In the moonlight streaming through the window, it seemed to glow faintly. "By the moon spirits," Elara whispered, her voice suddenly formal. "Luna Winters... are you twenty-seven years old?"