Lunar Pj Masks Novels & Stories

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.

Stupid werewolf hearing. "But you are the future Luna," she says, pointing at me with a wink. I roll my eyes. "Yes, but not yet." Xavion explained it to me once. Even though his parents are gone, making him the Alpha, I’m not officially the Luna until we’re married. There’s a ceremony, he said; a crowning, a formal welcome into the pack. Most Lunas come from other packs, so it’s a big deal. But I’m human.

The Alpha and Luna, Beta and some other members of the pack are celebrating with the silver moon pack. I tip toe to the right, which is close to the exit of the house. I halt and and ponder. I think it’s better to follow the back door. There are two omegas and a delta outside. Going out there is a risky mission. I might be able to leave, but then it’s risky. I turn back left and pull my mask off my face. With my mask, even if someone sees me from afar, they’d know I’m the one.

He stood there, and like a propelled rocket he came running towards us and he helped the both of us out of the eerie premises. "Lucia, stay with me." He tapped on my cheeks. I open my eyes close up to his perfect jawline even when my sight was worn out and blurry, he still looked perfect, Moon was beside him playing with the big globe in the corner, I held my hands to his cheeks and close my back into my slumber, he sighed, inferring that I would get better soon and he took care of Moon until they fell a hush of the night and fell into a slumber.

Jackson mind-linked to me. “I love you too,” I replied, wiping away my tears. We were ready for the second part of the ceremony. Elder Johanna was leading the ritual. She approached us, placed her hand over our joined hands, prayed to Selene, and nodded to Jackson. “I, Jackson, Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, declare you, my mate Loreen Liira of the Silver Moon pack, our Luna—the Luna who will stand beside me to lead and protect our pack,” Jackson proclaimed. “I, Loreen Liira, born of the Lunar Eclipse pack and now a member of the Silver Moon pack, accept the title of Luna to Alpha Jackson and to our Silver Moon pack,” I said, locking eyes with him.

Lily's lustrous brunette hair was gathered in a sophisticated chignon, accentuating her high cheekbones and refined features. Her figure was draped in an exquisite emerald gown, a masterpiece of her design, symbolising the harmony and collaboration between her and Phoenix. Completing her enigmatic look, Lily donned a delicate, feather-adorned mask, adding an air of mystery and sophistication—a symbol of their unique brand. Although she had gone on a show with her real face, she didn't forget the promise she made to Alana about helping her keep her identity hidden through the competition, which was why she decided to add the mask to their outfit.

So, instead of standing, Marco fell forward, but Marco leaned his free hand on the backrest of Skye’s seat. “Hey! Don’t tell me you are into this ugly face?” Marco chuckled. “Shut up!” Skye scoffed. “Can I pinch it?” She asked. I looked up to check what she was talking about, but all I could see was Marco’s back. I guess she was curious about the silicon mask Marco was wearing. It was made according to our sizes, so it fitted perfectly on us. One of my younger friends is into this business. He used to work for a company that produced prosthetics art crafts. Marco lent him money to start his own business, and now he owns a business that produces prosthetic-made medical items. We sent him Skye

I'll never forget his words that almost brought me to tears. "My Alpha, we do not mean to disobey. But our Luna has been taken from us. Now that you have found your mate, our pack is incomplete until she has been returned to the safety of our walls. You cannot expect us to stay here and wait for you to return. Our Luna needs us. We may not be as strong as some of your warriors anymore, but we are capable and willing to fight. Please do not make us stay behind when our Luna needs us. The dishonour of not being able to do our part for our pack would put us in an early grave."

My breath hitched as I caught sight of it in the mirror he pulled out of my bag—a faint yet intricate design swirling across my collar bone, glowing faintly silver before settling into a deep, ink-like black. The tattoo was mesmerizing, an elegant crescent moon at its core, its curves etched with delicate runes that seemed ancient and alive. Surrounding the crescent, fine lines branched out like veins, forming patterns resembling intertwining vines and stars, as though the night sky itself had been imprinted onto my skin. The vines wrapped gently outward, framing the crescent in an intricate lattice of beauty and mystery, their edges tapering off just shy of my collarbone. At the crescent’s

Larisa mentioned as they all came out of the car. Luna's eyes were roaming around. There were a lot of people inside who seemed to be enjoying themselves. “Don't remove your mask, okay?” Amber said. “Yeah,” she replied. The three of them were wearing a black mask as they entered Larisa's shop. “What do you want?” Larisa asked. “The best sellers,” she replied. Amber and Luna find a vacant table for them. Amber really chose the table where they were away from all the people. “I used to crave Larisa's brownies and cake when I was pregnant,” she mentioned and chuckled.