Novel & Cerita Lullabies Yuna

"Miss Yuna sits on the sofa first. Let me clean up the room, then after that you can sleep well." Meli led Yuna's limp body to the sofa in the room. I think Yuna is exhausted after crying and destroying the room so badly. Yuna, just nodded and followed what Meli suggested. The beautiful girl then sat on the sofa and waited for Meli to clean her room. Her eyes looked very sad and sad. "Miss... before going to bed, would you like me to make you hot chocolate or milk?" bargained Meli turned to where Yuna was. Meli just finished cleaning Yuna's room.

"Of course, my dear, of course. But it's never too early to start dreaming, is it?" As if to prove her point, she picked up another box, her fingers trembling with anticipation. "This one is from the Luna of the Moonwood Glade," she announced, her voice hushed with reverence. "She sent a set of enchanted lullabies, woven into the fabric of these blankets." "Enchanted?" I questioned, intrigued. "Yes, my dear," Granny Yeneva explained, her eyes gleaming with a mystical light. "Each lullaby is said to soothe the most restless of infants, promoting peaceful sleep and sweet dreams."

In her mind, a familiar voice suddenly echoed, the words drowned in a static, stormy sound, except for three: “Luna Sandra’s daughter.” Naya’s heart raced and her frown turned deeper. In her dream, the face of Sana Azalea appeared. Bloodied yet with a smile, she looked at Naya and softly uttered her final words, “I’m glad… that I was able to meet Luna Sandra’s daughter.”

Siberia said, looking at Yuna in shock. "The issue was that Dana was also present," Yuna said, looking blankly at Siberia. "She saw my confusion as an opportunity to knock me out since I was too stunned to comprehend it logically". Yuna now sobbed hysterically as they got into a cab. "She was surprised, but only because her experiment failed."

This outsider has no place here. My heart sank at her words. Some people didn't want to accept me after all. When I was about to go, I came across the female wolf. When I saw her closely, she was even more beautiful, but the mean look in her eyes was clear. “So you're the new Luna,” she said, her voice full of venom. “I'm Lyra. I hope you realize what you've walked into here.” Before I could respond, Lyra leaned in close, her voice dropping to a hiss. “You don't deserve to be Luna. You're nothing but a cast-off from another pack. Xander deserves better.”

Like a bunny sniffing the edge of a trap. And for a moment, I could almost feel sorry for her. If I didn’t already know what she becomes. She clears her throat delicately. “I know this is a difficult situation for you, Luna. I’m truly grateful for your kind welcome.” Her eyes lift to mine—wide, clear, innocent. “Lucian and Damian told me you wouldn’t mind lending me your room until I’m back on my feet. There’s no other space close to theirs, and they want to keep an eye on me... just until I recover.”

I whispered in awe as I watched my childhood obsession right before me, in the flesh. Nytheria, the sword of Aramun, the first immortal prince of the royal line of werewolves, the first lycan, personally gifted by the moon goddess. The sword grand prince Aramun used to slay the demon prince a thousand years ago was in my new room staring at me.

Her words may have been limited, but her resilience spoke volumes. "I know it hasn't been easy for you," I admitted, my voice tinged with a touch of empathy. "But I can assure you that the path to becoming my Luna is not one meant to break you. It is an opportunity for growth, strength, and the fulfillment of your true potential. Embrace it, Aurelia, and prove to yourself and to our pack that you are more than capable."

The scent of warm milk, baby shampoo, and young wolf enveloped her. Just like that, the city, the board, the Alpha on his knees— All of it fell away. Lyra bent, scooped Luna up, and inhaled against her neck, letting the little girl’s scent wash out the last traces of Aiden’s from her senses. “There you are,” Lyra murmured. “My little tyrant. Why are you still awake?” Luna pouted, lower lip sticking out in a way that would break lesser hearts. “You said you’d tuck me in. Nanna said you were cutting people again.”