Lunas Sa Dengue Fever Novels & Stories

The silver light exploded outward, shattering equipment, throwing everyone back. Then silence. Luna lay still. No light. No power. No consciousness. “Luna!” I crawled to her. “Baby, please.” Dr. Reeves checked vitals. Seconds felt like hours. “Her fever’s breaking. Heart rate stabilizing. Seizures stopped.” “And her powers?” “Too early to tell. We’ll have to wait until she wakes up.” I climbed onto the gurney, gathering Luna into my arms. She was so light. So fragile.

“Raynard… I’m dying. And the only way I can survive the next two months is if you…..” “Yeah…yeah…I'm not deaf, I heard you the first time?” His voice cracked like thunder as he cut me short while coming closer to me. He snatched the forged medical reports from my trembling hands, scanning them with furious speed. “You’re what? Lunar Atrophy? What the fuck is that? Two Months? This is bullshit.”

The "Battle of the Beet Juice" had become the stuff of legend, but as it turned out, legends were an absolute nightmare for the calendar. Three weeks after Kaine of the South had been sent packing in a cloud of purple rage, the gates of the Black Ridge were once again occupied. But this time, it wasn't a vanguard of warriors; it was a delegation of five neighboring Lunas, all of whom had traveled across the frost-bitten peaks to see the "Silver Storm" and, more importantly, to ask why the Southern Pack was currently telling everyone that the Ridge had developed an advanced form of biological warfare.

Valerian asked seriously, causing Luna to frown. "D-Did something happen to me? Did I faint, Mr. Rutherson—" Luna's words caught in her throat as memories flooded back—arriving at the Lacrose Hotel, the overwhelming heat, the loss of control. Her eyes widened in horror. Valerian saw the realization dawn on her face. He knew she remembered everything. "Based on your reaction, I think you remember now, right, Luna?" Valerian said, his voice low. Luna couldn't believe what she was recalling. She knew her heat cycle was due next month, but she had no idea her earlier sickness was because of it.

When the line finally dwindled, giving us both a moment to breathe, Caterina pulled me aside. With a suddenly worried look, she asked, "Did your mate bond with Luciano De Luca give you away?" "Luna?" I asked internally. She would know more about my scent and the effects of my bond with Luciano. "The scent is concealed," Luna assured me. "That is not how he knew." I shook my head at Caterina. "It shouldn’t have. Not with my scent repressed." Years ago, Luna and I had studied and developed a method to reduce my scent. Utilizing Luna’s abilities, we could repress the pheromones I released, making the environment more comfortable for my patients.

One of a kind. "Apparently Luna has the capability to nullify the effect of any poison. That means he can’t be killed by poisoning. His body has an automatic defence system that will block the poison to enter the system. But it seems like the poison was fatal enough that it put Luna unconscious for two days. He is fine now. All poison has been passed out of his system. Take it as his own power. But. I request to keep it a secret. We can’t let anyone know.

My lips wouldn’t form words. Sweat rolled down my temples, strands of hair sticking to my face. My chest rose and fell hard, each breath shallow. Another figure came into view. The healer, his presence steadied the room in a way Maverick’s panic couldn’t. “The wounds will take time,” the healer said firmly, but there was relief in his voice. “You are lucky to be alive. A human would not have survived this.” His eyes softened, though his words carried weight. “You should avoid danger at all costs, Luna.”

It carried weight, like she already knew exactly why I was here. Luna. That name felt strange on my tongue. Luna, when Jack, my mate, hadn’t even claimed me yet. Why was she calling me that now? I pushed the thought aside, reminding myself that this was not why I had come. I walked in slowly, my hands trembling slightly as I followed her gesture toward a chair. She motioned for me to sit, and I obeyed, my legs heavy, my body tired from everything, the dreams, Sophie, the border, the confusion.

Looking at Luna, who had been sleeping, she didn't dare disturb her. The light illuminates her. Now Luna suddenly stood in the middle of the road, usually passed by vehicles. This girl was shocked when the car was about to hit her. "Aaaaaa!" "Honey!" John exclaimed when he heard Luna's scream. He immediately ran into the room to see his wife. "I will send you to hell if you won't leave him!" Zika is menacing in Luna's dream. "Luna, wake up," John attempts to wake Luna up. Luna woke up. She felt tired and thirsty. The dream frightened her. The trauma she experienced that night carried over to her dreamland.

He was a little concerned. Taking a step towards Stella's room, Louis entered and only saw her alone. Of course, he was a little curious, "How's your health these days? Where's your grandma? " Stella immediately tried to sit up, but Louis reached out his hand to tell her to continue to lie down and rest. Seeing Louis, Stella frowned slightly and said, "My health is much better these days. But Grandma, unfortunately, got dengue fever! " Louis was so surprised that he frowned and said, "Dengue fever?" That said, "Where is your grandmother now?"