Miracle Luna Novels & Stories

she mumbled behind her hand. "Fuck off, Tanya!" I groaned, slapping her arm, and she laughed like she'd just won a prize. "You're such a little shit." "Yeah, but I'm your little shit," she said with a wink. I turned away from them both and stared back at the city lights. My reflection caught faintly in the glass door—long black hair falling over the green and gold of my dress. Before me stood a Luna. A healer. A mother. A girl who just wanted to survive and ended up in the middle of an ancient legend.

The Luna used her powers and made an identical self with light brown hair and the features of the healer moon pack who took little Jack home. Whilst the Luna awaited for the witch, Mira to come. “So how were you sister?“ Mira asked worriedly The Luna faced towards her sister, “Mira, I need your help” “whatever it is, I'll do it, just say it” Mira smiled “I want you to erase all of Jack's memory before the age of 5 and hide yourself before Jack turns of age” Mira looked down, not wanting to say anything, she knows what that means and what it indicates.

Milky belonged to a rare breed of birds that only forged contracts with a selective individual of their choosing and bestowed upon them powerful magical artifacts. Luna's first time meeting Milky was during the summer of her first year as a kindergarten student. For summer vacation, she was allowed outside the palace to visit her uncle. While out collecting luluberries, a ball of glowing light knocked her over. By the time Luna regained her senses, the ball of light turned out to be Milky, who entered into a contract with her while she was unconscious, using the blood from a cut on her head when she fell. Luna was not happy to learn that once an agreement was forged, only death could break i

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she asked Marcel. "Perhaps Mirabel," he suggested. Luna Sandra rose from her seat gracefully and started walking towards us. "I'm offended, son. Of course, you believe Mirabel is more qualified to teach her?" She stopped before Elder Mirabel and put a hand on her shoulder. "If you think otherwise, you can let us know, Luna," Mirabel said quickly. "Well, I do think otherwise. Since it's Luna's duties we are talking about here and stuff about werewolf culture, then who is in a better position to teach her than I am?"

No sign of her. I am Rachel Thornhill, daughter of Thomas Thornhill, who is the beta of the Winter Moon pack. I have long chestnut brown hair, almost to my waist. My eyes are a forest green and if you look closely you can see gold speckles in them. My skin is an olive tone, and I have about a dozen light freckles sprinkled over my face. My lips are full and a dull shade of pink. I am one of the shorter girls of my pack, measuring a whopping 5'3" and weighing 125 lbs. "She should have parished with the bitch that manipulated you! She is the byproduct of having a child with someone who is not your mate!" sneered my stepmother.

We are working on getting rid of the diaper, but so far we’ve come to the agreement of one that can resemble underwear, and in which he can actually sit on the toilet with if he shows interest. “No, Mirage.. Eeew!” Liam shouts from the bathroom, and I pick Micha back up to see what is going on. Of all our three pups Mirage is by far the one who has shown the most powers. She has definitely inherited my magic, while both Micha and Layla have shown magic in different areas. Micha can move things with his mind or hands, heal small wounds and disappear from one place to another in a blink of an eye - which is what he did just before. Layla can communicate with animals, that one is pretty strong

Luna Miranda nodded at Ara once before shifting back its attention to me. “How are you? I didn’t hear anything from you after the divorce? Come on, fill me with details!” She smiled excitedly at me. Though I got a little uncomfortable from worrying if any ears would hear us. I knew Luna Miranda as a good she-wolf. She’s the beacon of hope I held into through my darkest times. The one who never denied help. A deed that was genuinely from the heart. Those memories from the Lycan Jury flashed back. It was truly a wild ride.

She'd faced every challenge and emerged stronger, just like the Iron Fangs she represented. "Still my princess," Ghost said softly. "Just all grown up and twice as dangerous." Luna created a magical aurora above the training yard just because she could. At sixteen, she was everything her parents had hoped for – strong but kind, powerful but wise, a perfect blend of wolf and druid natures. Her heart remained as big as her power, using her abilities to protect and nurture others. "You know what hasn't changed?" she asked her uncles that evening, curled up in their favorite spot on the clubhouse roof. "This." She touched the spelled pin. "Knowing you're always with me, always watching over me."

I wondered where I was, this is nothing like the world I’ve lived in all my life, could this be heaven or hell? ‘Your courage and love has no match great Luna’ the voice echoed again. I followed the voice to a really beautiful woman sitting pretty and surrounded with bright lights. “Where is this place?” “Who are you?” I asked the woman ‘You’re here because because of your good heart and because of your destiny great Luna’ the woman said ignoring my questions ‘My destiny?” I asked “Wait…. You’re the moon goddess?” I asked as the realization struck. It makes sense, I’m dead now after all.