Lunar Chronicles Levana Mga Nobela at Kwento

"...her." "Huh?" I gasped, wide-eyed. Luna Queen Rachelle hissed. "Enough now. This is not your mission. You need to return to your original timeline. Aren't you the current head of your household... Demetrius Leveaux or shall I say... Demetrius Onyx Cantavalle?"

“ Lycons are only make believe , “ Vixen interrupted. “ Typical propaganda from the younger generation , “ Vixen pulled out her hand and generated a small locket with a red moon carved against it’s silver casing. “ Open it , “ Compelled to follow Vixen’s order, I took the locket and opened it up. Inside revealed to be a picture of the moon goddess Luna standing side by side another woman covered in black and red tribal paint. “ What is this?, “ Buffy asked. “ This is Luna and her twin sister, Dalia , “ Vixen explained. “ The moon goddess has a sister ? ,” “ Your tribe truly has not told you of your heritage. Have they ? ,” Vixen asked with a heavy sigh. “ Let me explain. Before Luna became t

I paused, an aching slowly building in my chest, slowly crawling it’s way up my throat. ‘Ask him; we need this. We deserve this closure at the very least. Don’t choke up now.’ Levana mumbled in a trembling voice, and I could tell even she felt my pain, just as raw and cold as I felt it. “She told me she had been preparing for the role of Luna all her life; she said she worked so hard for it, only for me to come and steal what was hers. At first, I thought to pass it off as just a hurt sister who would say anything to hurt me, but then I remembered the words you said.” I took in a few deep breaths as my eyes trembled close for a moment and my breathing quickened.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

She looked up, her green eyes searching Elana’s face. "Did Fenn show you?" Leela asked quietly. "The books?" Elana recoiled slightly, shaking her head furiously, her lips pressed into a thin, white line. "No," Elana said, her voice hard and final. "He offered. I refused." She stood up, pacing a short circle around the kitchen island before turning back to Leela. "I have been a Luna for thirty years, Leela," Elana said, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "I have seen men die on the field of battle. I have washed the blood of my pack members out of their furs. I have buried friends."

I don’t want to get in her way. She nods biting her lip. “Perhaps you can wake me up when back?” She says snaking her hands into my back jean’s pockets. She laughs as Jeremy makes the same noise she did earlier. After a quick change and me borrowing one of Jeremy’s shirts we get Leo to drop us off into town. Jeremy calls Louis to get their location and we enter the bar “Moonlight” to find them. Owned by one of our Alpha friends from a neighbouring pack we find Louis and company sitting in the VIP section with a dozen bottles of Prosecco.

She was the best and only mate I would have and no one else. As I finished my speech which was longer than anyone else. We were ready to bury her so she became one with the earth. But before we could do that, an unknown woman walked into the funeral room, “What are you guys doing?“ The woman asked in a confused tone. “Sorry, we are not seeing anyone today, we're having a funeral for the Luna.” A fellow warrior said. “Funeral?... for who?“ She questioned “Our Luna, Jackqualine Moon” Jacob answered.