Lullabies Yuna Novels & Stories

She stretched out her slender hands and said with a charming smile, “Mr. Caden, may I invite you to a dance?” The scene shocked everyone present. Who was Yuna? She was from the Lawsons of the Capital and the executive chairman of Longevity Pharmaceuticals in Cansington. She was a goddess, an heiress of a wealthy family. A goddess like her was inviting the Callahans’ live-in-son-in-law to a dance? Everyone was dumbfounded and could not believe the scene before them, thinking they were hallucinating. ‘What’s happening?’ James was also stunned. Luke finally stood up from the floor and approached them with dissatisfaction. “Yuna, even if you don’t like me or aren’t willing to accept me, you don’

The Luna Trials are commencing tomorrow first light of dawn, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that this is going to be more complicated than I expected. We were at the pack grounds strolling as before heading back to the castle for dinner. We saw a group of children, aged between four to six, barrel towards us. A maid chased after them and she looked exasperated while the children giggled, as though watching their caretaker become tired chasing after them is what made their day. One little girl with blonde hair, pink pigtails, and big eyes of coral blue looked up to me and blinked her eyes. She walked up to me and said, "Hello! Are you our future Luna?"

Then she was gone. Andrew's wolf whimpered at her departure. Andrew furrowed his brows as Selene's words replayed in his mind. This key was going to be the death of him, he felt certain. Where the hell was he supposed to start seeking from? Selene said to follow his path, he didn't even know what the path was. "Hold on, hold on." He blurted out, with his eyes bulging out. Selene had said, 'They call me Luna…. My mark, the mark of the moon.'

Since Deyonne finally took a glance at Yuna, he wanted to know what she saw. What kind of color does Yuna literally have? “My, Zyair my boy, you are glowing brightly today.” Deyonne happily exclaimed when she realized who owned the voice that uttered her name. “Huh, don’t say something like that at loud.” Zyair panicked and pushed her somewhere. Yuna took a step to her side, giving both a path.

“We should rejoice, Kingdom of the Lycans! After a thousand years— the Goddess has chosen another Luna to save us from a catastrophe that the higher heavens bestowed!” Yulo’s announcement made the crowd roar in excitement and happiness about the new Luna.

They could create new lives for themselves, be whatever they wanted to be. Whilst we were idly standing around waiting, Luca approached Alpha Bain and I. "Excuse me Luna." I was surprised to realise he'd come over to talk to me and not Alpha Bain. "I apologise that I haven't introduced myself yet. With all the chaos that has happened within the last few hours I haven't really found the right opportunity. I am Luca, Alpha Bain's Beta. It is an absolute pleasure to finally meet you." He summed up whilst bowing his head in a gesture of respect.

We all shuffled off the stage to the seats that we left empty for us with our families and friends. "Usually, we would have a pack run right about now to welcome our new members, but I also need to present to you your new Luna." Whispers started fluttering through the crowd like a wave. "I accept the role as your Luna, Tyler." A girl stood up at the back of the crowd and made her way down the aisle. She had bleached blonde hair, tanned skin and brown eyes. She had the body of a supermodel and her clothes left little to the imagination.

A shaky, delicate whisper danced through graves before wrapping around us in a haunting hug. "Lullaby and goodnight, With roses bestride With lilies bedecked, 'neath baby's sweet bed May thou sleep, may thou rest, may thy slumber be blest May thou sleep, may thou rest, may thy slumber be blest…" Each word was grief-stricken and broken. It was obvious who it was when the words were clear enough to understand: the mournful cry of a mother who knew her child was going to die. Tear stains trailed down her cheeks as Luna Emma worked. Dirt was smudged across her face that almost hid the dark bags beneath her eyes. My heart ached for her as she worked. Luna Emma was oblivious to our presence, lost

“Mm. Good answer. Not necessarily a true one, but good.” My stomach clenches. He steps closer, slow, unhurried, like he owns the floor I’m standing on. “Do you have it?” he asks. I reach inside my cloak and pull out the sealed cloth bag Melody prepared, the linen strip, sterile and convincing. I hold it out without flinching. Rowan takes it with theatrical care, lifts it to his nose, inhales. Satisfaction flickers across his face, quick as a knife flash. “That’s her,” he murmurs. “That’s our Luna.”

“You think she’s just another pup. But she isn’t. She’s the one who will unite bloodlines that never should’ve met. She’s Luna-born. The Queen your kind forgot.” “That’s a myth.” Yuna smiled. “So was the Moon, once.” I didn’t ask her to stay. But she did. That night, she lit candles in a circle and whispered words in a language I didn’t know. She touched my stomach and cried. Not out of fear—but awe. “She’s more than you know,” Yuna said. “And she’s already being hunted.” Elsewhere, Lilith screamed in her sleep. She woke up and tangled in her own hair, her breath shallow, nails tearing at the sheets. The dream wouldn’t let go—fire, ice, and a cry that shattered glass. A child with silver eye