Loonboon Sheet Music Novels & Stories

"The page it is opened to represents a promise. Whatever you promise will be written in the book, and unless you fulfil it, you shall find no rest." "That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard!" I exclaimed, taking a step towards the book. My eyes narrowed as I stared at its pages. The book was open, and I could see 'PROMISE' written boldly in block letters on its pages. However, I doubted the truth of what she had said about it. "If you doubt anyone's authenticity, would you doubt your seer's words?" she asked, raising her straight brows and moving towards me. As soon as she emerged from the water, she approached the podium and extended her hand, and the book materialised in it.

She gives me a look which completely understands where my mind went. Luna Eve is plating up the table and all 6 of us are sitting down eating a massive breakfast of pancakes, sausages, bacon, scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes and toast. Eve sure knew how to make breakfast! I sit next to Willow and place my hand on her thigh to check she is ok. She looks up at me and smiles slightly. I take in her beautiful hazel eyes that have slight gold flakes to them. That’s odd, I’ve never noticed the gold before. She still looks a bit queasy and I’m hoping the food will bring her colour back to her face. We are almost all finished when Beta Thomas walks in for a morning report. He looks at Willow, who te

“I'll do the honours of officiating your ceremony.” “Fuck off,” Rowan replied. “Awwww, come on, Alpha… you better take my offer while I’m offering it for free,” Flynn replied, looking at me. “Right, Luna? Wouldn’t you want to be the first couple to be officiated by a Beta?” “Huh… the Moon Goddess would throw a fit if I did that,” Rowan remarked and smirked. “Well, why don’t you play some music or something? We have to spend some time doing something at least.”

“I had been thinking about it for a long time now, how things would have been so different if I was not rejected” “Yeah, you would not have met me for one” she said. I nodded “and I don’t think I would have wanted that… so fuck maybe the moon goddess does do things for a reason” Kevin shrugged “we are all pencils in the hands of the creator” I arched a brow at her “what kind of stupid ass saying is that” She narrowed her eyes at me “hey. You fucking-” A warrior came up to us and bowed his head slightly “I have a letter for you Luna”

It was both possessive and comforting. When the last toast was made and the final song began to fade, Dylan leaned toward me, his lips brushing against my ear. “Enough for tonight, my Luna,” he murmured. “I want you all to myself now.” My heart stumbled in my chest. His tone wasn’t just soft — it was deep, raw, almost dangerous. I nodded before I could find my voice. We slipped away from the hall quietly, leaving the echo of laughter and music behind. As the doors closed, the silence between us grew thick — not uncomfortable, but charged.

It covered a good portion of my scar, and I was lucky that no one had said anything. "That's it!!" Sabrina squealed, causing me to jump. "You don't have to scream, women." I shot sarcasm her way. "I do like it though." "Of course you do, I chose that one." Jax's voice sounded from the doorway. My eyes shot across the room, taking in his handsome figure. He wore dark jeans and a button-down shirt, his boots thumping as he walked closer. "You look stunning, my Luna." His voice was low as he got closer to me, "one more gift," he said as he got closer.

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Probably not. When I reached the edge of the river, I knelt and touched the water. The cold seeped through my fingertips, numbing the sting in my chest. The reflection that looked back at me wasn’t the Luna everyone had cheered for just an hour ago. She looked smaller now, stripped of the crown and the smile she used to hide behind. Her eyes were swollen, her lips trembling. The woman in the water looked like a ghost. I whispered to her, “You’re free now.”

"So this really is hers." Noah Hart nodded. "I would know this instrument anywhere." Lucien carefully lifted the folded sheet of music from the strings. The paper was yellow with age. Across the top, in Isabella's graceful handwriting, were the words: Play the final note. Beneath them was a short musical composition. Only sixteen measures long. Lucien glanced at Noah. "Can you play?" The violin maker smiled. "I can." "But..." He looked at Elara. "I don't think your mother intended me to."