Luna Blaise Instagram Novels & Stories

“Why don’t you bring her to the festival, Uncle?” Julian asked as she watched her uncle look devastated. It had been a month since the two proclaimed Luna had given birth. “Festival?” “It’s happening in the city later this night,” Julian jumped off the stairs and looked at Adhler. She sighed at him, “You look like you need the break too, I will watch over your son for you two,” “You just wanted him for yourself, don’t make me laugh, Julian,” the princess rolled her eyes.

Luna’s tone was soft and innocent. She held a stack of printed papers and flipped through them one by one in front of the camera. She approached the camera, occasionally bending down, allowing the camera to infinitely magnify her beauty and pride. The male fans in the live broadcast room were instantly excited, and they could not focus on what she held in her hand at all. Luna sniffled and used her soft and cute voice to continue speaking, “My television shows, movies, and some business collaborations are all handled by my team. I'm currently recording 'Debut 303' on Lonasp Island, so I really don't know anything…”

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

The Luna used her powers and made an identical self with light brown hair and the features of the healer moon pack who took little Jack home. Whilst the Luna awaited for the witch, Mira to come. “So how were you sister?“ Mira asked worriedly The Luna faced towards her sister, “Mira, I need your help” “whatever it is, I'll do it, just say it” Mira smiled “I want you to erase all of Jack's memory before the age of 5 and hide yourself before Jack turns of age” Mira looked down, not wanting to say anything, she knows what that means and what it indicates.

Instinctively, I reached out to hold her close, seeking to provide comfort and reassurance in the face of the inexplicable phenomenon unfolding before us. "The crystal is supposed to light up when the bearer of the crescent moon is close to it and it light up....when I brought it close to you" I explained to Vanessa. But even I wasn't sure how this could be possible. How could Vanessa, be the chosen bearer of such a powerful symbol? "I have a birth Mark but it doesn't look like the moon," Vanessa said as she packed her hair into a bun, the sight of the mark on Vanessa's neck confirmed my deepest suspicions,

Just before deciding to head back to his home in Hillport, Bran walked a few more minutes and saw a handwritten note on the wall of a building that passed as a spa, it read: the girl with the moon tattoo. Really? This is what she meant? HAHA! He didn’t know when he burst out with laughter. Bran pulled himself together and walked in. “Hello, how can we help you today?” The receptionist asked. “Uh I’m looking for someone; golden brown hair, blue eyes. I think her name is Sierra. Do you know her?”

Smiling Mason laughed, "How can I possibly be the host of the evening without my hostess?" "Hostess?" Danica squeaked out as Mason reached an arm around her waist. "Yup," Smiling he began leading her into the crowd. As they passed group after group of people Danica couldn't help but feel people's questioning gazes on her. Of course they would be curious after all she was cuddled up to their Alpha. She couldn't help but find herself wondering exactly what their reaction would be once they found out that she was their future Luna. Would they be upset by the notion? Would they easily accept her? What if they were to find out that she isn't able to change? Would they want a Luna like that?

“If I need to go for surgery, I can sign the forms myself…” I signed my name with the last of my strength and finally fainted away. The next day at noon, my best friend Sydney called me in a huff. “Look at your social media feed, Ella! Luna is openly provoking you!” I never saw Luna James’ posts on my feed, since I blocked her. Sydney sent me a screenshot. The post was a nine-picture collage, with Luna cuddling in Caleb’s embrace as the centerpiece. Seven of the other eight pictures showed Caleb busying away in her kitchen, while the last was him feeding her some soup.