Novel & Cerita Lullaby Yuna

She let out another yawn and closed her eyes. “Elleanna?” “Hmm?” She hummed out. “Will you sing me a lullaby?” Romero asked softly. “Sure” She said softly then she began to sing a German lullaby she had learned in school once because she loved it “Shlaf, Kindlien, shlaf, Der Vater hut die Schaaf, Die Mutter schuttelts Baumelein, Da falls herb win Traumelein…Shlaf, Kindlien, schlaf….”

Gush! The moon was full, the calm breeze flashed into my face. I took slow steps into the quiet place. The gentle sound of night insects pierced the air. I saw a fireplace. I walked to the place and sat. My eyes fell on the phones and headset on the floor. I knew someone must be here. But I didn’t mind. I sat down beside the flames and enjoyed the warmth it made me feel. A calm song “Lonely” by Justin Bieber was blaring from the stranger's phone. I sat there and enjoyed the moment.

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.”

She is melody. Luna began crafting the lullaby that night, not with ink, but with breath. She sat beneath the tree, spiral stone pulsing, voice low and steady. The melody wasn’t complex. It was ancient. A rhythm that matched the ley lines, the flame, the wind. Aria added harmony. Lucien recorded the cadence. Kaelion stood guard. And the Grove listened.

she added. Yana seemed to appreciate the introduction, and Imogen turned back to Luna Lyra. “I could train Snow, though,” she offered, but Lyra smiled. “You can, but I want you focused on other things. Yana will do just fine,” Lyra said and Yana froze. “How do you know my name?” she asked. Lyra’s lashes fluttered, a nervous but delighted energy flickering in her gaze. “I know everything,” she replied, her eyes locking on Yana’s heart. and its made Yana freeze. A shiver ran down her spine under Lyra’s piercing gaze.

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

The expression on their faces told me how silly my question was. “Nailah? Who is Nailah?" Axel asked. “You are the Luna of this pack, you can even ask Zephyr to be your maid, however Nailah is, you definitely can have her.” Dante concluded. " True baby, I would be better off serving you by your side in bed all day than going to the off right now but fate is not fair and we have to leave now.” Zephyr winked at me as they all said their goodbyes and left me alone to myself in the room.

“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

“It’s Latin for Healer, which is exactly what I am.” “What’s the Latin term for ‘the murmuring healer’?” Yana asks, giving her mother a sassy look. “There isn’t one,” Luna Yara says decisively, making me wonder if there is. “Fine. Come on, Hacker, let’s go. Hurry up and get dressed so we can get this packhouse wired for sound,” Yana says excitedly. “Sight and sound,” I tell her. I give her instructions to pull up while I go into the bathroom and take a quick shower before changing back into real clothes.

With these last words I held my head high and as a Luna I had the power to do this, to punish her and send her away. Trying to steady my shaky breathing and aching muscles, I turned to see if I could find something to wear, while June quietly sobbed behind me. The door opened with a bang and Luke walked in with Ryan and Mila's mate behind. "What the hell happened?? And why the fuck is your Luna standing there naked?!" I felt thunder from Luke's voice echo around the room and it made me chuckle, he has no idea what's coming his way. "Alpha… Luna, was… she has…" Tyrell stumbles over his words trying to explain, while casting his eyes away from me.