Romans & histoires Megurine Luka Hatsune Miku

I complained, hands on my hips. Seven and Seleira were down in the field handling the rest of the she-wolves, while we were up on this hill doing backflips. It felt absurd. Zayn smirked. “I promise, it’s not a joke. Trust me, this is essential training.” “Essential? Really? Because it feels more like a circus act!” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “Hey, if you wanted to be a clown, you could’ve just said so,” he teased, crossing his arms. “But seriously, you’ll thank me later.”

I gasped. I didn't know the details, but it seems the woman they are talking about is the same body they found mutilated at the border. Luke let a loud growl from his chest. The room felt like it was closing in, the weight of Luca’s words pressing down on us. Luke’s eyes burned with fury, but I could see the hesitation there. "Relax," Luca said, lifting his hands mockingly. "I didn't come to fight. Not today."

He extended a comforting embrace, but as he pulled me close, a reflexive flinch escaped me. "Iris, darling, it's me," Vance whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that tugged at my heart. I wanted desperately to correct him, to utter the name Nadia, but the words remained lodged in my throat. Looking into the mirror, I beheld a reflection that seemed both familiar and foreign. The features were delicate, the skin pale, and the essence of a powerful werewolf pulsed beneath the surface. How was this possible? The questions swirled in my mind, a cascade of uncertainty.

~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.

my senses came back when she talked. "The tablet that your driver gave to you was my tears. I don't know how your driver got my tears because, as far as I know, it belongs to the Lycans. My tears have the ability to take you in the past. So, please don't waste my tears. Do what you need to do. Correct all the mistakes you have made!" she continued. "If you waste the opportunity to live again, my tears will be wasted," were the last words of the Moon Goddess before my room came back to normal.

I mutter. “Great. The all-powerful Luna is having a meltdown over attacking an asshole who was trying to kill us. How fucking poetic.” Rome grumbles to herself as she dusts herself off and checks her stomach wound. “Shut up the fuck up.” I spit at her through gritted teeth. She just rolls her eyes and paces around.

Her eyes are purple. "She's so beautiful, how could she be an enemy?" a man with gray messy hair whispered. His body armor was made of silver, his eyes were blue and he had a scar cut on his left eye. Another woman with long yellow hair stood up. She approached Luna and pushed the man who pulled the princess inside. "Not because she's beautiful, she is no longer an enemy." She wiped the tears from Luna's eyes with her finger before removing the fabric from her face. "Her beauty is ethereal! Is she a goddess?" astonishing question of the man with gray messy hair.

(MIRROR) “NICE TO MEET YOU, HA-RU-NA.” Shaken by surprise, yet more likely from the dread and sudden bound that pin her on the spot and worst without anyone of them noticing the enemy up ahead. Haruna’s eyes widen as a familiar voice, eerie giggle and a mark of the beast greeted her out of the blue. To her own time that stood still, and the distortion that none of them notice or even felt.

Thank you. #one_love