Loona Hood Novels & Stories

Still grumbling under my breath at how things are so unfair, I pulled the door to my walk in closet and just pulled whatever my hand has reached and went back to the bathroom. Opening up a drawer containing my lady necessities I pulled a bottled lotion squeezed some in my hands and spread it all over my body hastily. Don't judge me if I'm lazy. Grabbing a bottle of vaseline, I applied some in my lips and some aloe vera gel on my face. Now satisfied and slightly less angry, I put on my undies and my clothes. My five foot two frame is dressed in a white hoodie that says 'Send Noods' with a picture of a bowl of noodles in it and some ripped shorts.

She tapped out a short message to one of the contacts. [We need to talk. I need your help. Tomorrow, usual place.] After Susan sent the message to someone, she threw her cell phone on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. The next day, Susan left the house quickly and unnoticed by Alpha Robin. She wore a black hoodie, a hat covering part of her face, and sunglasses. Susan was going to meet someone that Susan had sent a message to yesterday. Susan also took off the extra silicone belly she had been wearing.

I spy one through the doorway across the hall from the gym and bolt towards it, making it just in time as bile, water, and my plain oatmeal make their way back up my throat and into the bin. I sputter and spit, ridding the remnants of my morning sickness from my mouth, and someone hands a water bottle to me. I take it without question, twisting the cap and breaking the seal and chugging it down before I look at my savior. Luna Haven stands there, dressed in ballet attire, pointe shoes on her feet and her wild waves pulled back into two thick dutch braids trailing down her back. The long-sleeved purple leotard dips into a V in the front, showing off her elegant neck, her mating mark from Wesl

“Fine, but if she pulls anything shady, don’t expect me to be nice.” Luna looked at the relic in her hand. Its faint glow seemed to pulse more firmly, as if in agreement or urging her on. The clearing shone with moonlight upon their arrival, and the peaceful beauty of it was very different from the inner chaos they were feeling. “Stay alert,” Ronan muttered, his hand on his sword. Stepping into the clearing, they saw a figure emerging from the shadows. It was the woman in –a midnight blue cloak that covered her, not all her face you could see because her hood partially hid it.

When they were done they brought a pretty royal blue gown for her but she refused to wear it. The bodyguard said something in his mouthpiece and received the reply before telling the designer to forget about the dress. He and some other bodyguard led Lola to the top of the hotel. Lola wanted to make a run for it but there was no opportunity. They saw a man standing with his back to them wearing a wind breaker which had a hoodie. Lola felt his presence was familiar but her mind was too foggy thinking about Hayden to process who it was ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

" A heavy sigh escaped. Washing her face, she walked out with rubbing her stomach. She was hungry but she couldn't able to get close to the food. With slow steps, she walked towards the hall room. Throwing herself on the couch, she turned on the TV. However, her eyebrows knitted. She sat straight when she heard the news. ” It was said that Luna happened to enjoy her shopping with friends and someone attacked her from behind. It wasn't an accident as the Official Announcement said. Someone deliberately wanted to kill Luna. We don't know who it could be. But we all wish Alpha would give us an honest answer!" Her head tilted with a hum. Eyes were on the screen where the CCTV footage of Luna bei

shouted Remiel. But the attacker was already standing between Luna and the dying tree. A figure in a hooded blood-red cloak, face shrouded, posture unflinching. In their hand gleamed a weapon Luna knew instantly and for the first time, a crack of fear and confusion ran through her eyes. The weapon that lay in the stranger's hand was unlike any forged by mortal steel.

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

“He just…” “Broke in?” Prince Damien asked, raising an eyebrow. “Y-yes,” I said quietly. “I just…please sir, let me explain—" “—You want me to believe that the alpha of the Blood Moon pack committed a crime just to see you?” Prince Damien asked, and I felt my throat tighten. “It’s true,” Blake said before I could respond. “You’ve taken my Luna.” “I’m your Luna?” I asked, shocked to hear the words come from his mouth.

Ronan checked the connection twice and declared it acceptable in the way he declares most things: without enthusiasm, without complaint. I look at myself in the small preview window in the corner of the screen. Hair pulled back. Dark clothes. The locket around my neck — Queen Alara's locket, the one Darius gave me in Ch 18 as a power move and which I have reclaimed as something else entirely. The moderator opens the session at seven. There are four candidates left. Two I have never worried about — their support comes from single territories with no cross-border reach. The third dropped out two days ago and no one is sure why. That leaves Vera and me.