Loona Hood Novels & Stories

“No charge.” “Call it advertising.” “And if you come back later, I’ll even give you a discount.” Navia gave up trying to explain. Instead, she picked out an oversized hoodie for herself, then grabbed a matching one for Leonel and shoved it into his arms. “Go change into this.” Leonel looked down at the hoodie. His expression immediately turned subtle. Translation: he hated it. Navia instantly pushed him toward the fitting room. “You’re only wearing it temporarily.” “Go.”

she looked at herself, she was wearing a black sports bra with loose workout pants. “There will be many men out there. You should not go like this.” he refused, shaking his head. “Here.” and took his hoodie off and put it on her shoulders. “Wear it properly or else one of us will die in Dong-Hoon brother’s hands.” she rolled her eyes, wearing his hoodie which now hid her belly perfectly.

I ask. "She is ready to be measured. The Alpha will be here shortly," the guard says. He waits as several of the tailors come and measure me. I realize that they are measuring me for my wedding dress. "You will wear this," one of them says, holding up a veil. "No, wait, I--" "Silence," the guard says, reaching out and putting a finger over my lips. "No talking. I can't believe he would put his finger over my lips.

She noticed how the lady stared at it for long before gasping with her hands over her mouth. The way the lady gasped made Annabelle's heart skipped with the thought that the lady had found out that it was their Alpha's hoodie, or she knew that she was their Luna, but she breathed a sigh of relief when the lady began blabbing on how expensive the hoodie she wore was.

Later, when Noah finally woke, the room was empty — save for a single folded item at the foot of the bed. A hoodie. Black silk. Soft as sin. No tags. No logos. Just a tiny embroidery stitched into the collar on the inside: “Yours.” Noah sat up, rubbed at his eyes, and stared at it. He didn’t ask questions. Didn’t wonder aloud. He just pulled it over his head. From the study down the hall, Lucien watched it happen on the monitor. Saw the way Noah hesitated — just for a second — before tugging the hoodie on and adjusting the cuffs.

They were hesitant, but slowly moved to let me take a look at her. Her lips were cracked but her hair was still neat. Her clothes had stains of Blood. It was a horrifying sight. And I suddenly broke down, not caring the pack members are looking at me. "Annabel...ANNABEL!" I cried. The 6 pack members shifted to their wolves and bowed to their Luna. I knew. I knew they needed to howl. "No. Don't. Stop! Don't!" I said in a hurry. They stopped in their tracks. They need to know Diana. They need to know Luna is dead. They mind-linked.

Hearing footsteps, Harvey turned his head and saw a woman in a racing suit approaching. The bright daylight streamed in from behind him, casting light over his shoulders. He recognized the helmet in her hand—it was Luna's signature helmet. The deep midnight blue surface was adorned with a golden moon surrounded by stars. Meanwhile, a large shadow obscured the upper half of her body. But as she stepped out of the darkness, Harvey instinctively held his breath. Luna wasn't wearing her helmet. Which meant he was about to see her real face!

She’d been standing in front of the mirror for nearly thirty minutes, making sure her look for the day was nothing short of lethal. Lona had gone to town on her school uniform. She’d hemmed her grey skirt until it sat a good five inches above her knees, leaving her toned thighs completely exposed with every step. Her white shirt was a size too small, the buttons straining against the weight of her firm, heaving chest. "Lona! Get down here! Daddy’s waiting in the car!" Bella shouted from downstairs.

Dresses! As expected, the only clothes Sarah had gotten me were all dresses. After much consideration, I finally settled for a gold long sleeved dress that touched just above my knees. To be honest, the dress was admittedly beautiful although I refused to say such out. Knowing this unfortunately would be my life from now on, wearing dresses and actually making an advance to look presentable and like an actual 'Luna'.

The girl who slept in the bunk beside hers did not. Lina moved through the darkness twenty minutes before the attack. She wore a dark colored cloak. The hood was pulled low. Her face was not visible. In her hands, she carried a torn strip of fabric, pale grey, that’s belonged to Aria. She had taken it from the laundry weeks ago and kept for the right moment. The guards at the lower prison level were at their posts. Three men.They straightened when they saw her. "The Luna requests your presence in the great hall," she said. Her voice was low and muffled."three of you."