Lola Moon Age Novels & Stories

Lola was still cursing when someone suddenly opened the door and Zion walked in. She quickly stepped forward and said, "Cousin, I..." "Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you're my cousin? Lola, you're 20 years old, not two years old. Don't think too highly of yourself just because your family dotes on you. Have you ever seen the girl I like? What right do you have to scold her? Just because you're my cousin?"

A gut feeling is what humans call it! Alpha Phoenix, the leader of our "Blue Moon pack" that worshiped the Blue Moon, hence the name, had two children; a daughter called Diana and a son called Gray who had yet to take over since he had not found his mate; soulmate that is. Every single wolf has a soulmate, in short another half made just for them. We usually find our mates when we turn eighteen years old and a wolf born into Alpha status like Gray cannot take the ruling position until they have a mate or old Alpha dies. That is why Mara, the daughter of the most loyal Beta of our pack, is his mate-to-be. If he does not find his true mate by twenty-five, he gets betrothed to a female worthy o

“Before your mom even, that must’ve wrecked her. And you.” “I was really young,” Lola says carefully. “I don’t remember much about him.” “No, I bet you don’t. You were what...seven? Eight?” “Eight.” “Such a young age to lose a parent.” I set my glass down and look at her with my full warm-and-caring face. “Did you ever find out much about him? About what really happened?” Something shifts in her eyes. The wariness sharpens. “He died. That’s all I know.”

Just before deciding to head back to his home in Hillport, Bran walked a few more minutes and saw a handwritten note on the wall of a building that passed as a spa, it read: the girl with the moon tattoo. Really? This is what she meant? HAHA! He didn’t know when he burst out with laughter. Bran pulled himself together and walked in. “Hello, how can we help you today?” The receptionist asked. “Uh I’m looking for someone; golden brown hair, blue eyes. I think her name is Sierra. Do you know her?”

Present Day Portland, Oregon One hundred and fifty years later—aging one year for every thirty that passed once a lupus garou reached puberty—Diana was the equivalent of a twenty-one-year-old human. She longed more than ever to have Caleb for her mate, wishing she hadn’t had to hide from the pack all these years. The burning desire for him flooded her veins whenever she came into the wolf’s heat. Her body craved his touch, but her mind had given up hoping to ever have him for her own. If she could find a strong, agreeable human mate, she could change him into a lupus garou, and he would keep her safe from Ragnar.

she finally broke the silence, “I would like for you to ease some of my curiosity” her facial expression softened slightly, though her eyes continued their assault on mine. “I can only try, Alpha” I responded. “Firstly, my name is Hina and you may call me Hina” “As you wish, Hina” “So tell me, Moon Light was eradicated, what? Twenty years ago?” “Seventeen” I corrected her, “Seventeen, sorry. So where have you been all this time?”

“I must’ve been sixteen, and she was twenty-four, twenty-five.” “So?” Luna says. “I’m eighteen, and you guys are twice my age.” “But it’s different with you.” I bunch her flying hair in my hand and hold it behind her head. “How so?” she asks, staring up at me with open curiosity. “I don’t know.” I shrug. “It just is. You’re fucking irresistible.”

The teenager nodded and handed Luna the album. Luna began looking at the photos inside and was quite surprised. "Wow, how old are you?" Luna asked. "16 years old," they replied, causing Luna to glance at them briefly before returning to the album. At first, she couldn't believe that this sixteen-year-old had been collecting Luna's photos since Luna was a baby. They had every photo of Luna at different ages. In other words, this teenager seemed to be following Luna's development since she was a baby. But come on, this teenager was only sixteen years old; their age difference was quite significant.

Luna chuckled softly, and I felt a spark of electricity run through my body. "I hope so," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. But I heard it, and it sent a smile playing at the corner of my lips. Adelina continued, trying to avoid some silence. "Luna is twenty years old, a second-year student at Boston University. She's a lovely person, pretty, nice, and fun to be with." Luna's eyes narrowed, as she frowned at her mom. "Mom, why are you telling him all this about me?" Luna asked, her voice laced with annoyance. "I don't like it." Adelina's face fell, and she looked like she had committed a grave offence.

"But more than that, it's old. The pattern you bear was last seen on your great-great-grandmother. She was marked the same way. Crescent moon consumed by shadow. Eye at the center." _*]:min-w-0"> "What happened to her?" _*]:min-w-0"> "She died young. Twenty-three. During a battle with rogue wolves. But before she died, she was the most powerful student Silverwood had ever seen. She could shift faster than anyone. Control her wolf with precision. Fight with the strength of ten normal wolves." _*]:min-w-0"> Luna's stomach twisted. "You're saying I'll die young too?" _*]:min-w-0">