Lunar Itsfunneh の小説・ストーリー

My beta persuaded me through the mindlink. “You can't hurt the true Luna!. I have the Luna mark on me!!”. Her words halted my steps abruptly,I never checked if Arla had a True Luna's mark. If she has it then she wasn't lieing,but the lines I'm smelling was what kept my curiosity level too high. “Arla?. You have the true mark?”. I asked wig my hands balled into a fist. Elvis scampered to his feet, coughing and sneezing profusely.

~Elena~ "Welcome, my future Luna." The words barely had time to settle before Crystal stiffened like she’d been struck. The air froze. Then— "Excuse me?" she snapped, voice like a blade, sharp and cold. Trevor turned, unreadable, but Crystal was already seething. "I am the future Luna," she spat, her fingers digging into Ryan’s arm like claws. "Not her." Her gaze burned into Trevor’s, daring him to challenge her. Daring him to argue.

So I type in "NEW LUNAR INSTITUTE WSNI-001A ECLIPSE" This search takes longer to load than any of the previous searches, and the computer having a bit of difficulty. "SEARCH NOT FOUND." "Okay," I say to nobody but myself as I take another drink. "What about 'LUNAR WSNI-01A' ?" "SEARCH NOT FOUND." So I type in some of my previous searches, figuring if I look through them long enough, maybe I'll find an article that connects the three. "New Lunar Institute," I type again.

I said, watching the light on his face disappear. "I envy my brother," he confessed, and I was tempted to know why, but I held myself. The pain between my shoulder and neck was becoming severe. "Last night was the Lunar Tether," he said with a sad, low voice. "Yes," I immediately said, getting interested. "What's it all about? The Lunar Tether." "It comes once in a thousand years, and we are the lucky generation. I'm surprised you don't know about it." "Half of the pack members didn't sleep during the night," he said, his hands on the steering wheel as he talked.

Dieta de Lune, ma devo ti solasta gor libertia du essencia de ma harte de surita enilationa de ula exestian– Moon Goddess, I channel your power to free my loved one from the fate of a doomed life. Until Ethan's eyes opened.

Just looking at his face made me nauseous. I pursed my lips tightly and, with heavy steps, approached the high platform before climbing onto it. I was still trying to steady myself when a figure suddenly leaped from the ground and landed on the platform—more than a hundred feet high. My eyes widened in shock as I recognized the burly man, his body rippling with muscles. Then he spoke, his voice loud enough to shake mountains and stir the oceans. “Today, we are going to witness another memorable day in our pack. Today, we are going to crown our Luna. Everyone, cheer!”

To contemplate what it all means. “Lunamin is three moons,” he says roughly. “And I’m not fucking carrying your ass home.” Savage. Feral. The bellowed, inhuman growl vibrates through every cell, as the plume of clove and magic linger in my nose. It’s apple and spice, though nothing about him could be defined as nice.

His chest grumbled, he was laughing and she started laughing too. Neil only shook his head, obviously annoyed at the display of affection going on in front of him, Lair only gave them an unusual stare with a sour face. As always, they were always uncomfortable whenever they heard the Alpha laugh. " Alpha, could you kindly remind me the name of Luna of the Scarry moon pack? We haven't sent her an invitation." Neil asked and Lair made a face. " That's one weird name for a pack. Why haven't I heard of it before?" Lair asked, scratching his head when Neil glared at him.

I flooded the Lunar Loom with the "Energy of a Story that Refuses to be Told." The reaction was a Universal System-Error. The Lunar Loom, designed to harvest the "High-Intensity Drama" of the shifter species, hit a wall of Nothingness. The white light stuttered, turned a bruised purple, and then Imploded. The "Negative-Mass" beams backfired, the suction reversing and slamming back into the moon’s surface. The crack in the moon widened even further, chunks of lunar crust drifting off into the void as the Harvester-Ship’s engine seized.