Luna Lovegood Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

Lyra barely had time to set the coffee aside before she had an armful of squirming child and faint scent of washable markers. “Hey, pup,” Lyra said, kissing the top of her head. “Redecorating again?” “Art,” Luna corrected, scandalized. “This is important.” “I stand corrected,” Lyra said gravely. “Show me the important art.” Luna wriggled down, grabbed her hand with sticky fingers, and dragged her toward the mural. “This is the bad man,” she said, pointing proudly at the long-mouthed stick figure. “He tried to take me. But Rhea and Mr. Jace said no. And Daddy bit him.”

Instead of a bar, Luna Elaine had a mini library with two reclining lounge chairs with side tables and a round center table. The former Luna loves reading. She has a collection of historical books on everything supernatural and other genres, too. She also has a mysterious shelf of unmarked books no one dared touch. They were the only ones kept inside a sliding glass enclosure with locks. It always piqued my interest, but I had to respect the rules of the house. The former Alpha and Luna busied themselves traveling abroad after successfully handing the pack over to Nathan at age 22. But they make sure to return every year for the celebration of the Summer solstice.

She was not happy with me when Chris told her what happened at school today. “Besides,” Luna Lannie said, bringing her head closer to my ear, causing me to start shaking in terror. “I do very much love making art out of her lashes. With so many fresh ones, I can’t wait to carve something beautiful out of them.” Her promise fracted my very soul, making me want to weep. I gagged, about to lose my meager lunch, just thinking about the next time I was alone in her private studio, when she holds her phone up in front of my face. It was a picture of Duncan playing in someone’s yard with Mary. A cold chill ran up my spine.

"Why... why would you care?" Zayn looked down at me, his eyes clouded with something I couldn’t quite name. Regret? Guilt? Love? It didn’t make sense. He leaned closer, his lips brushing my forehead as he whispered, "Because you were never unwanted, Ai. I’ve always been watching over you. I should have been here sooner... I’m sorry." But the shadows were pulling me under. Even as he held me, even as he made his promises, I couldn’t help but wonder—was it already too late?

And I’m sure that James did not hesitate to make her his Luna and replace me. Lizzy finally got my husband, and everything she wanted. Just as usual. I shook my head to clear the dark thoughts and got out of bed. But my eyes suddenly fell on something I hadn’t noticed before. It was the bright painting of a woman hanging in the corner of the room. The sheer beauty of it drew me closer to look. The woman in the painting was stunning. She had fiery red hair that flowed beautifully in the wind and her bright blue eyes that sparkled with life.

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.

"Lord Mikael gave me orders to take you to France." "Am I going to be bitten by him?" "No, he wants to enlist the help of a witch to kidnap Luna from the Red Crescent Moon and one of those slippery hybrids." "Is he no longer able to bring out his fangs?" "He wants to cover his tracks. Her three Elite hunters were already killed by that hybrid when they kidnapped the Luna." "Why should I help him I'm too busy to deal with werewolves, you know that Hubert!" "Because the Luna is your kind, she's half veela."

That seemed to work for a while. During this time, our Alpha found his mate. We had a Luna, and she was beautiful, and considerate and caring. She was also a badass special wolf. We all love her so much. When she came to us, I had invited her to my birthday party. When she found out that I had only two friends coming, she made it the best party ever. She had a "unicorn", that was actually a miniature horse with a horn on her head. But my six-year-old brain only saw a unicorn. She bought each of us princess dresses and we each had a princess photo shoot with the unicorn. That night was when I found out that I had a lot in common with my Luna and I loved her so much. My Luna is a direct descen

“You’ve been right about me all along, Caleb. I could never find a human that interested me.” He traced her breast with his fingers, triggering a lustful desire to have him make love to her. “I know,” he said softly. “That’s why you have photos of us all over your fridge. But more of me. And a bigger one beside your bed.” He was never going to let her live that down. "You're so arrogant. No female could ever put up with you.” She pulled the comforter over her shoulder. “I bet if you could get away with it, you would say the original lupus garou was a gray.”