Luna X Sombra 소설 & 이야기

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

“Mate tattoo?” He nodded, his fingers grazing the edge of the design. “Every mated she-wolf has one. But when it comes to a Luna, it appears in rare and unique designs just like yours. It’s a symbol of your connection to your mate—or mates,” he added, his tone dipping with significance and emphasis. “I know what it symbolizes, Lucien,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “How did this happen?” Lucien tilted his head, his gaze searching mine. “When you said that you accepted me as one of your mates and maybe the kiss.”

I said, nodding. I exhaled slowly, looking down at the pot we have used to cook the brew on the kitchen island. “I hope this brew works for you. I really do.” Calista smiled, her eyes full of gratitude. “It will, Lyra. I can feel it. Thank you for everything.” “Sure. Why am I doubting it now? We made it with love,” I said, smiling and she laughed. As I was preparing to leave, we heard a knock and soon an omega came in to tell us that Sylvia is here to see the Luna. Calista’s face fell and she reluctantly told the omega to allow her in.

I glance out the window and head for our front door to the garden where I have an intimate dinner date waiting for my love. Drake has been busy these past months, with rumors of werewolves hunting witches and sends out warnings to our witch communities. Finding out about my new family was a real eye opener, Luna Dela Sandra is a hybrid, she is a werewolf/dragon, but when she shifts, she looks like a werewolf.

I closed my suitcase with a loud thud. “That’s it! We have Alexa. Didn’t you say Alpha Romero and Alpha Alastair are also her mates? Plus, Alexa is prophesied to be the Supreme Luna who unites all packs. The alpha who stands beside her can’t be just anyone, right?” My uncle insisted excitedly. “Harlow may be a Lycan, but that doesn’t mean he can defeat Alpha Romero or Alpha Alastair, right? What if they are pitted against each other?” He kept pushing his cunning idea.

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.

“I will present worst-case scenarios. I will remind you of costs. But I will not… hijack. If you do not shove Me into a cave every time I discomfort you.” “Deal,” Luna said. Shadow-Luna’s smile widened. “Shake on it?” she asked. She extended her hand. Luna hesitated. Then took it. It was like plunging her arm into a pool of ice and fire at once. A rush of sensation flooded her—every buried fury, every mean thought, every sharp pleasure she had ever felt at seeing a deserved blow land. She almost yanked back. Almost. Instead, she breathed. Let it wash through.

Silver and red power twisted together, shooting into the sky like a storm. The pillar of light rose higher than the trees, higher than the altar, illuminating the entire horizon. The wolves gasped covering their eyes, as the air itself seemed to tremble. Fear spread through the Nexus. What kind of Luna is she?

Lydia said. He turned instantly, a flash of relief crossing his face. “Lydia.” She stepped beside him and slid her hand into the crook of his arm. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to keep my Alpha waiting.” Nina’s smile faltered. “And you are?” “I’m Lydia,” she said sweetly. “Knox’s mate. His Luna. I think you’ve heard of me—or is something else the matter?” There was a pause—thick, uncomfortable silence as the word Luna settled into the space between them.

I am the harbinger of eternal night, and your light shall be extinguished! Luna's eyes blazed with determination, her voice unwavering. Luna: The power of unity and the light that resides within us can overcome any darkness. We stand as one, bound by loyalty and love. Your reign ends here, Primordial Shadow. With those words, Luna's pack launched themselves at the colossal creature. The battle that ensued was an awe-inspiring spectacle—a clash of light and shadow, a testament to the strength of unity and the indomitable spirit of Luna's pack.