Loona Hood Novels & Stories

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."

Some minutes earlier she had decided to take a shower even though she had no idea of where or how to get a sanitary napkin. "I got you these also I figured out you would want to take your bath and change your clothes so you can have my hoodie " Orion said and stretched forth the nylon and hoodie to her. "Thanks " She muttered and collected it. "Once you are done please come to the kitchen " He said then walked away. Leah closed the door then walked towards the bed she placed both the hoodie and nylon on the bed then started checking inside the nylon as she was curious to know what he had gotten her.

Maddox’s eyes dropped to the hem of her skirt. “Any chance you’re following instructions?” Nate’s voice stayed low. “She is.” Maddox reached out and lifted the fabric just enough to confirm. His fingers brushed bare skin. Liora’s breath caught. He let the skirt fall again and nodded toward the shadowed corner where two pillars and a low wall blocked most of the view from the main lanes. “Hood,” he said.

At that moment, I was wearing a thin white inner gown, before I was dressed in a red gown, which hugged my body, thus bringing out my curves, and revealing my slim waist. I sat in front of the wall mirror, and the towel on my head was removed, as my hair was styled into a loose bun, with reasonable strands of my hair left out. After that, the strands of hair were curled, before a golden crown was placed on my head. ‘The crown is damn unnecessary’. I thought, but decided to leave it be because I was in a good mood. After all, the show I had planned was happening tonight. I wore my black heels and rose to my feet.

"Just… go get me my favorite breakfast. I'll be downstairs in a bit." She smiled wearily at me again. "Okay. Take your time." After she'd left, I limped into the kitchen mirror. Same brown eyes. Same long black hair. Same bloody curves. "Still the same old Selene," I said to myself, exhaling. "Oh goddess do something." I opened my closet and started stuffing my backpack with nothing but tomboy attire. Hoodies. Loose shirts. Loose jeans. If I was going to pull this off, I had to look like a boy. I could just get the rest from Liam anyways.

* Not as a dismissal; as a promise. When the sky began to bleed into gold and orange, she changed out of scrubs. I'm not into a dress. Not into anything resembling a pack Luna’s regalia. She chose black slacks, a simple white blouse, and a dark blazer that matched the one she wore to Council hearings. Her coat instead of a gown. Stethoscope in her bag, not around her neck. She wasn’t going as Aiden’s decorative half. She was going as herself. Luna twirled in front of the mirror, wearing leggings covered in tiny wolves and a T-shirt that said “Future Problem” in glitter letters. Rhea had vetoed the shirt twice; Lyra had reinstated it.

The black fabric blended seamlessly with his dark fur, rendering him nearly invisible in the shadows. Tara was nearby, similarly clad in a sleek black outfit. Her movements were quick and precise as she strapped on her gear. She pulled the hood over her head, tucking in her hair to ensure nothing would catch or snag. Like Claud, her outfit covered her completely, with only her sharp, keen eyes visible. She tested the fit of her gloves, flexing her fingers and making minor adjustments to her mask.

Sienna Storming out of the white house and onto the large oval gravel drive, I march straight into the solid wall that was a man’s chest. “Ouff!” the wind was all but knocked out of me, as I visibly rebounded off of the man in question. “Apologies, Luna.” He dipped his head, and stepped to one side.

The path beyond her door held nothing but still air and the faint scent of cold earth rising from between the stones. "If this reaches the wrong hands first..." "Then you chose the wrong runner," Nyx said. "You did not. Move." Selene opened the door without sound, stepped into the corridor, and took the side route that led past the storage sheds. She kept to the deepest shadows out of long habit. The night air carried the damp smell of the river and a thin trace of distant woodsmoke from the banked fires near the main lodge. "Still clear," Nyx said. "No one on the path. No one watching the sheds. Go."