Novel & Cerita Luna Lovegood Fan Art

This little tidbit earned me some brownie points with Alpha. Just as I’m stretching my neck, I see Luna step out and oh my, I never was one for wedding dresses but wow. She looks like the moon goddess herself. Liam is going to lose his mind when he sees her in this. Just wow. Oh shit, I’m gawking and she saw me but I can’t stop. My pocket starts vibrating.

"That twat is in on it too?" "We doubt she knows about the main plot to kill you and Andrew, but Mendez wants to ensure that she's Luna of Brighton. She resisted, but will have to get with Caleb as part of the deal." Douglas smirked, "Place a bounty on her head but leave her. If by some malfunction they succeed, kill her on the day of her coronation as Luna." The Shadow nodded,

"Whatever. The spell won't take until tomorrow night. Until then, you'll keep projecting yourself. Try not to get yourself killed "I am able to do that," I told her. "Good. Out you go and give me peace in my own home." We walked away from her hut, and Liam stood in front of me. Liam and I both will be going to the Luna Academy. "So then what?" "I return to my house and tell my father I've been accepted into the Luna Academy," He doubled up with laughter, laughing so hard I feared he would choke. "You? A Luna? Ancient myth, one that has been going around for a hundred years."

“I just thought, since I couldn’t come myself, they could pass the message. I’ll be in touch soon.” “Good! Don’t forget to explore while you’re back — maybe you’ll get the inspiration you’ve been needing!” “I will. Thank you. Goodbye.” The second the call ended, she turned to me. “Damon. What. Do. You. Want?” I stared down at her. “I told you already, Lyra.” I leaned in, voice smooth. “Stay here. Be my Luna.”

“Twins can cause this sort of confusion I’ve heard. This wouldn’t be the only time this has happened. But in all honesty, Raven is the one for you.” “I—” “—She’s so much like you,” I insisted. “She’s a hardcore warrior, intense, intelligent—" “—My Luna doesn’t need to be my mirror image,” Blake insisted. “I did think for a long time it was her, but the scents were off… but your scent… it’s you, Freya.” “You know her better than me now, better than probably anyone,” I said, ignoring his words. “I can guarantee she loves you too.”

"It's a good day for Liana, we shouldn't ruin it for her. Can't you see how happy she's whenever she's with Kenziel?" "But Klaus is more stronger than Kenziel and he's already an alpha while Kenziel is yet to be one..." The second Lady rambled on. "—if I were in her shoes, I would have chosen Klaus a million times, yeah!" "To Liana, the soon-to-be Luna of Alpha Kenziel, and Dark Knight pack." Afraid that those words might hurt Liana, the blonde one toasts, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Cheers to your new happiness, Liana!"

I wrote the names of my fallen, swallowed moonstone ash, stood naked before the Hollow One. “You want a vessel?” I said. “I want revenge.” It did not nod. It only entered me. And thus was born the Shadow Luna. They crawled from the ruins. Fur like soot. Eyes like dying stars. Not alive. Not dead. Drawn only to me. One licked my hand. Its tongue was fire. “My Luna,” it rasped. I had made my own pack. And they would obey no one else. She waited by the blood tree. Still loyal. Still afraid. I stepped from the shadows.

Luna asked quietly, her voice trembling with emotion. Asher nodded once and handed the painting to Luna. “I wanted Aurora to have something from me,” Asher said quietly. “Something she can look at when she’s in here. Something that reminds her that her father loves her.” Luna took the painting and stared at it, tears streaming down her face. The silver wolf looked so much like Asher. The white cub looked so much like Aurora. “Asher… it’s beautiful,” Luna whispered, her voice breaking. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

And only then was she able to breath normally. Still caught up in her resentment, Luna took back the kid then sent him a glare. Marching off with a loud 'uhhmp.' "Okay. This is one fucking peace of art." Ten whoopsed. Lips tilted to the side. "Art?" Jeff shuddered visibly. "more like horror." "Well if you look at it from the bright side it does do looks like a horror artwork." Allyssa pointed out. Maintaining a good distance from the artwork of a tree.

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.