Lullaby Yuna Novels & Stories

I felt Jackson supporting me, and I was then able to focus on strengthening my new bonds. Gradually, I began to hear the voices of others: “Welcome, Luna”; “We have been waiting for you so much”; “Luna, welcome”; “Hello, Luna”; “May the Moon Goddess bless you, Luna Loreen.” My eyes widened. I understood that everyone was joyful—but why were they all addressing me as Luna? Luna Helene had been here all day. It seemed someone had mixed up the ritual and greeted me as Luna instead. “Jackson, why are they all calling me Luna?” I whispered softly into his ear, hoping the others wouldn’t overhear my murmur. Jackson looked at me with wide eyes and then glanced at the others before nodding to Mateo.

Grandpa Eliezer said sadly. "Yeah..." Luna Viviana replied gloomily. "But I'm not losing hope yet. With your help, I know I can conceive one day. I still believe in your abilities, Grandpa." "Thanks for the vote of confidence." Grandpa Eliezer smiled, glancing at Callum secretly. "Can I see the medicine, please?" Luna Viviana asked in a thrilled voice. "Sure. Let's get inside the house so you and your husband can rest," Grandpa Eliezer went back inside the house, followed by Luna Viviana.

“Do Anaconda! And do the moves too!” “No!” Yells Zee. “Sing them a Fable song! Sing Déjà vu!” She’s only had one glass of champagne all night (that I know of, anyway) but she seems to be drunk on the very presence of the boys, and has been in a dazed, happy stupor for most of the day. “Ahem,” Lyall says. “I’m de birthday boy, and I want a love song.” His face flushes again as he says this. “Or something Irish. A ballad from de old country would be just fine.”

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 seemed to be working extra diligently to not look me in the eye. “Mother, Father, we have an announcement,” Lionel said as dinner was coming to a close. The Alpha looked interested but the Luna looked like she was giving him a warning glare. Lionel was unaffected and continued. “As you know, we have all matched with our mate,” he winked suggestively at me “and we would like to announce her as our Luna. It is our job to take your place, Father, and learn to rule this pact as you do. We are ready.”

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.