Luz Noceda Novels & Stories

Luz de Luna Plateada slowly wakes up from her coma, she sees Lanza Sagradam sitting beside her, and she feels his warm affection for her. “Lanza Sagradam?” "You're badly injured, you just need to rest." Seeing her regain consciousness, Lanza Sagradam calmed down a bit. Hearing Lanza Sagradam's words, the brothel owner said, "Rest? Do you know how many people are queuing outside?” Lanza Sagradam does not know how to answer the brothel owner, he has read many books but does not know how to argue with a brothel owner. Luz de Luna Plateada struggled to endure the pain and told the brothel owner: "If you want me to die early, just stab me with a knife, why bother?" "Why do you say that? You just

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

The four of us turned to face him. “Our Luna is fine. She has no wounds that I can see. There are a few spots where there are some red marks which I have a feeling will turn into bruises.” Dr. Lewiston told us. “I watched her eyes roll back as she dropped like a lead balloon.” I pointed out.

I have learned to embrace that I am not going to be alone in this. For today, we are having burgers and fries and lots of steaks. As for me and Zayn? Oh we are not going anywhere. Because he is mine and I am his. Oh, and also, Did I tell you that I am the new Luna? There you go, Scoot.

“I think she didn’t die, she is back. I said and he took a swift turn to look at me before signalling with his hand asking who was back. “The rightful Luna of the Pack and betrothed to the Alpha Karl is back but the only thing is she has lost her memory and can’t remember anything, I even heard Alpha Karl call her Avery I guess it’s a name he gave to her to have an identity,” I said waiting for a reaction because we had somehow plotted and I had made sure to do the job of taking Naya Rose the supposed Luna out and so she wouldn’t ever come back but I was wrong I didn’t kill her.

Without as much as a glance at Nueva. "Hey, Lulu. It looks like a great turnout tonight. Have you met Nueva?" "Oh hello, I didn't see you there", Lucinda noted harshly. "Hi, and thank you for letting me come tonight", Nueva babbled out in one breath. "Wasn't my doing" Lucinda grunted and turned to Ryan, running her hands over his well-defined chest. "Why don't you come over to our table" she chimed, batting her eyelashes. "I am sure Nora won't mind if you do?"

The air charged with the particular energy that came once a year, breathless and electric and full of possibility. I took my position at the front and kept my face composed. Then I saw her. She came through the crowd with Nadia. Green dress that wasn't hers, I could tell immediately. I had seen Lena Cole in the pack house enough times to know she didn't own anything that fitted her like that. It fitted her well. My wolf pushed forward in my chest. I shut him down before he could surface. She took her position at the outer ring. Furthest from the altar. Head up. Shoulders straight.

He usually had a lot to say. “Nathan was there too?” he mumbled after a few moments of silence. I took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes.” I said. “The Moon Goddess told him that he didn’t deserve to be cursed. She apologized to him. She said that his soul was darkened by the curse.” I remembered what the Moon Goddess said about Noel. My heart hurt for him, but I hoped that Nathan would know better now. ‘I told you that his wolf was good.’ Eliza said.

Strings of warm lights zig-zagged above, the Mediterranean breeze brushing their skin with salt and music thumping beneath their feet. “You two act like you’ve never seen lights before,” Noel laughed, already swaying reluctantly. “No, we’ve just never seen Santorini lights, while being fed by a rich mafia sugar daddy,” Nico said, twirling into him dramatically, then holding his shoulders like a dance partner. Aria flipped her braids over her shoulder and leaned in. “Spill. What the hell was that thing earlier? The guy with the piercings?” Noel sighed, letting his body ease into the rhythm of the music. “Ezra. Lit class. From sophomore year.”