Luna Werewolf Meaning Mga Nobela at Kwento

The witch immediately muttered in a very low voice on there. "What?" Arther, Colton, Isabel, as well as Izzy all had the same reaction right on there and now. They looked in disbelief right at the witch, healer, and Kylie there in turn. The witch and healer simultaneously nodded their heads there. “Yes… that is the truth. The sacred fire soul inside Luna Kylie's body right now, is actually the werewolf soul that Luna Kylie has.” “Luna Kylie is not just an ordinary human being as many people think, Alpha Arther. But the truth is... Luna Kylie is a werewolf. And the sacred fire soul within her is the werewolf Luna Kylie herself.”

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and tried to summon my alter ego. During the day I was a barista who made your coffee just how you liked it and had the best customer service. By night I was a succubus who fed off of the lust of my customers. I unbuttoned my jacket as the switch happened. Gone was the girl who would listen to your complaints and in her place was Luna, a woman who would take you for all you’re worth. A small smile pulls at my lips and my eyes darken. Humans know that luna means moon, but for wolves, Luna has a different meaning—a female leader, or a Queen. I am control of my surroundings in here and I don’t have to care about anyone but myself. I take off my coat and p

Of me. "Nineteen years you let them treat you like prey." The wolf's growl deepened, sharp as claws against stone, deadly as winter wind. "Nineteen years you cowered and wept and begged for mercy that never came. But we are not prey. We never were." Her voice dropped to a whisper that somehow sounded like a roar. "We are wolf. We are predator. We are Luna." The word hit me like lightning. Luna. Not just any wolf, but the moon's daughter. The alpha female. The queen of the pack.

“Following the alpha is Luna…” “Luna?” Rain blurts, putting a halt to my wording. I nod, knowing she's finally caught up on us—me and Lester. “I thought you said Luna is a word for beautiful?” I hesitate, cussing Lester inside me. Running a hand through my hair, I gush a huge breath. “It was a lie. Luna is not a word for beauty or what it represents. Luna is the strongest wolf hierarchy after the alpha. She's like the queen. The mate to the alpha.”

The pack house was huge. So many werewolves flitting about, betas and omegas busy with one job or another in one vast, overwhelming community. Sometimes they would pass by me, quiet down, and give me a low respectful bow, saying; "May the Moon Goddess illuminate your path, Luna, and may her favour forever be upon your royal blood." Then they would wait patiently until I acknowledged them before going right back to their regular loud business. It was so bizarre, I felt like Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones.

It was difficult to push those words out of me, knowing it could get a knife to my throat this time, even before letting the leg heal. "A werewolf? What's that?" "He's a man who changes into a furry large beast that is called a wolf. Some changes when it's the full moon, but Whadh could do it anytime. He's strong and kind and good at touching me, because I'm his Luna." The girls including the Prince looked at me, bewildered at my words pouring without me holding a break. Whadh's arms were now crossed over his chest, and he shifted his weight. The two girls rushed forward while holding my gaze. Their glistening eyes pushed down a bead of tear after another as they huddled together.

And now, him. From my understanding of the overused characteristics of werewolves in Hollywood movies, a luna was one female wolf who held a unique power, an undeniable charisma and a strong influence among her subordinates. She ruled equal to her alpha; with an iron fist but with the softest and loving heart. I couldn’t be sure if I was fit for this position. I couldn’t even transform into a wolf. I was a human through and through. I was unsure how to react to his statement, so I just kept myself silent.

"He thinks I'll tell Harvey on him?" She shrugs. "Like he said, you're Luna." "Speaking of luna — what is luna?" "A pack's luna is the alpha's mate; it's like being king and queen. Technically, you have authority." My mouth opens, and my words jumble. "What — you're kidding. I-I don't have authority." "The luna is a leadership role like a beta or third." "I can't be a luna when I'm not a werewolf."

“What is it exactly you need help with?” I ask Laney, quirking a brow. She sighs and rests the bowl on her knees before turning her fiery green eyes on me. “What is a Luna?” I’m not truly convinced she doesn’t remember our pasts, but she looks confused enough that I take the bait. “A Luna is a queen among the werewolves.” “And are there, like, a lot of Lunas?” She lowers her gaze to her stew, stirring it aimlessly with her spoon.