Luna Lovegood Fan Art Novels & Stories

I could hear a soft crying sound, it sounds like a cry of a baby, I wonder who it could be, the weather is quiet cold in winters here and my heart ached at the thought of the child left out in the cold "Be careful Luna" I heard Noah's voice and I nodded my head as I moved forward, after walking for a few minutes I saw something that looked like a basket placed beneath an oak tree. I walked a few more steps to see little movements and I rushed towards it only to find a tiny little figure in the basket. They had the same purple shade of eyes like me, a little on the darker side, and the baby looked so small, the baby's dry lips indicated they have been here for quiet some time. I couldn't stop

She asked. "I think she was the most disturbed. She was a very powerful Queen, powerful Luna, She had the most difficult job, taking lives. She was, changing after the war, she wasn't human or an animal, she was alive but looked dead. She was different from everyone else who came back from that war. But my mother was strong." He let out, knowing what he remembers now. She was there in his life, but also she left. "Thinking over it, this war took a lot from everyone. As I said, this was hell." He explained it all, whispering softly. They both stood there, watching the painting and their shoulders touching.

A shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips, creating an endearing and slightly uneasy expression. I know this isn’t how that fiery Fatima behaves. “Relax,” he assured me, leading me through the grand entrance into the heart of the bustling gathering hall. “Today, a momentous day unfolds as Fatima Holmes, the embodiment of my deepest affections, ascends to the esteemed position of Luna within our pack . . .” “Her presence commands reverence from every member, and any audacious soul who dares to defy her will face the dire consequence of banishment.” Lucas’ voice boomed through the room, commanding the attention of everyone present.

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

If I had my way, I would hide my Luna inside the room till they left. His wife too…this slut! Why was she staring at my wife's boobs like that? I could swear I saw her licking her lips. I would make sure that Landon and his wife would take the room at the far end of the pack. These days my Luna had been acting so strange, I did not need people tempting her and giving her mother watering offers. “So tell me, Nicholas. What have you been giving to our Luna, she looks so shiny and plump! I like what I'm seeing,” Riley asked me.

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Kovie is a war-lord, Maggies is a witch, both of them craved power. Garou as a rising nation seemed to be the best place to get it, plus the Luna is a descendant of the moon goddess, I understood their plans perfectly. I stared at the recently finished sketch of Luna's, I took a snap and sent it to her. I don't know what the fuck I am doing, but I am sure I am doing what I wanted to do. The picture ticked seen, Luna didn't reply back, not like I should be expecting her to anyways.

However, just as she hugged the box and was about to leave quickly, she suddenly noticed some carvings on the side of the Bridge of Lamentation. From the handwriting, it looked very much like Andrius’! Luna was stunned. The carvings on the bridge were all familiar to her. The first painting was of Luna herself. She looked charming and arrogant, just like the first time she met Andrius. Back then, she was haughty and did not care about the partner her grandfather had arranged for her. The second painting was also of herself. This time, she was under dazzling lights in front of a crowd.

Luna's face transformed with such pure joy that my heart ached. "She made a noise. Did you hear? She's so perfect." Luna looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. "Mama, she's so perfect and tiny, and I love her already." I took a picture with my phone, capturing Luna holding newborn Alice, both their faces showing the vulnerability of new life and fierce love. A moment of pure hope in the middle of preparing for war. That night, Luna finished the blanket. She worked until dawn, stitching protection wards with shaking fingers, whispering prayers to the Moon Goddess over each symbol. When she finally collapsed from exhaustion, the blanket glowed faintly with magic.

It was a giant, amorphous purple blob with one wing melted into its head. "It's a purple poop!" Luna shrieked, pointing and laughing. Alaric laughed too, a loud, boisterous sound that echoed in my ears like a mockery. "Well, Jean-Pierre, I think you may have found your true calling. Abstract art." They walked out, Luna still giggling and Alaric’s arm protectively near her shoulder. I stood there, holding the tray of purple failure. I looked at the blob. "A purple poop, huh?" I whispered.