Luna Lovegood Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Because Luna was upstairs. Luna, who had just turned ten and somehow existed in that impossible in-between place between child and young woman already, all long limbs and sharp intelligence and wild dark curls she hated brushing in the mornings. Luna, who still slept in purple pyjamas with tiny moons printed on them, because she was enough of a child to love matching sleep sets, and old enough to roll her eyes when Nala tucked her in too carefully. Luna, who loved astronomy and graphic novels and terrible reality baking shows. Luna, whose laugh could still make sunlight out of the worst day imaginable. Luna, whose eyes were not Nala’s.

Mum looked so beautiful, with the silver dress she had on, the dress seemed to be made of the finest silver threads, and it was adorned with crystals and diamonds that sparkled like stars in the night sky. She wore a crown meant for the Luna queen. A magnificent creation made of crystal and diamond, that shone with a brilliant light. I looked around the ball room, the guests stared at her in amazement. As they seem to be captivated by her beauty, even I was. The kept on walking as the crowd parted to make a way for them as the walked to the throne where the High priestess stood with a knife and a cup along with a book.

Why in the dark forest where monsters lurk around? Is his mother really here? I stared at him, trying to see the resemblance between the people that I know and encounter… His hair is white and his lashes are white too. They are long and thick. His eyes, sparkling like polished gemstones, reflect a myriad of colors, perhaps the vibrant hues of emerald or the deep azure of a clear sky. They radiate both wisdom and a touch of mischief, drawing others into their captivating gaze. His sculpted jawline is perfectly angled, giving him an air of confidence and determination though what he gave me earlier was clear arrogance.

he affirmed. This took Avery aback but she behaved as though nothing was aloof with the little romantic confused speech he had just made so she brushed it off, he couldn't be talking about her now could he? Yeah, she knew he loved her but could he be talking so intently about making her his Luna? "But you are Alpha can't you change these rules?"

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At first, I only saw eyes staring back at me, but now the monster has slaughtered a werewolf, and I can no longer stay idle. I tiredly put on my clothes. I don't care about fashion and dress like Aerith from Final Fantasy on most days. I've always been kind at heart, and Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter is my idol—she wasn't afraid of being herself. She always smiled, and watching her gave me the strength to wear my floral patterned clothes and boots. Humming to myself, I walk out through my room at the hotel, almost crashing into the girl from the other day—Patricia.

my mother continued, pinning us with a sharp look, “behave yourselves. Kyle, that especially means you.” Kyle gave an innocent smile, far too practiced to be genuine. “Why do you always assume I’m the problem?” Mom didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, she straightened, smoothing the front of her dress. “And smile. You both look like you’re being dragged to your execution.” I snorted But I barely had time to school my expression into something normal before the door swung open. The Luna stood there, her emerald-green eyes—so much like Ava’s—bright with warmth as she smiled. Her blonde hair, streaked with soft hints of silver, was pulled into an elegant braid over one shoulder.

White, silver, and blue, Phoebe began flipping the book again and was glancing through the pages. Soon, Luna was coming down to the ground with the staff in her hand, and her outfit was replaced and changed into a long silver dress and matching silver heels. "Woah!" Ashford gasped, his eyes trailing across her face and to her neck. Luna glanced at her hand as her legs touched the ground. "Your eyes." Phoebe gasped. "What happened to my eyes?" Luna questioned. "They are gray and white." Adrian replied. Luna smiled broadly, four pairs of fangs showing. Ashford walked in front of her.

I closed the door behind me and stood alone in the foyer for what felt like forever. “Luna?” I heard the tiniest voice from behind me. I made sure I wasn’t crying and turned around to meet her with a smile. The girl standing in front of me was no less than beautiful. She had long blonde hair and a small waist, curvy in all the right places, but her most distinguishing feature were her eyes. One of her eyes was a deep blue like a sapphire and the other was a pale icy blue. She also had a cute line of freckles across her nose.

-If I can call it that- with Luna Amelia. “At least you’re punctual,” she said, nodding for me to take place in front of her chair. She held out her arms for Aiden and he went willingly. He just adored attention. “Stand up straight, girl. Let me look at you. What on earth are you wearing?” “My clothes.” I said, ready to defend my ripped jeans and faded Nickelback T-shirt. “What’s wrong with them?” Her blue eyes rolled upwards. “Cassandra, I know you are barely out of your teens, but for the love of the Goddess… A luna must always look at her absolute best. Do you not have any dresses?”