Moonlit Hair Novels & Stories

She laughed. "So what's the use of Castro high and Velandra?" she asked so Fly and I widened our eyes. "Are they with us?" I asked, Fly nodded and laughed. "The owner of Castro and Velandra heard Mommy and I talking, so they volunteered to join the fight to get Moon and bring down Moonlight." she said and crossed her arms. "It's said that the heads of the Moonlight people are getting bigger so they will come, another one. We are with my Aunt, you forgot that she is what the MLA winners want to see and she is also the target of the Admiral and Admin." she said so I laughed out loud.

Lena asked, flustered. “You. . .” he pointed tauntingly at her. “Worried about me?” His annoying laugh continued. “Of course I am, Jude. You're my mate,” she sneered. “And I'm yours too, whether you like it or not.” “Alright Lena, calm down. Because Selene directed me to you doesn't automatically mean I'm your damn mate.” Lena's eyes widened. “Yes. Yes, it does. That's literally what it means. That's exactly what happens when you're directed by the moon goddess to a female werewolf.”

What do you want from me? As the wind blew tore away his hood, strands of blonde hair like golden threads filled my vision. Bathed in the moonlight, his hair looks enchanted. It was like being absorbed into a fairy tale with a prince on a white horse who had blonde hair. I look at his blonde hair, loving every strand of it. I don't know what love at first sight is. But I feel it in this man.

Everyone was in a rush but why? "What's going on?" I asked them. They stared at me with the look it's a mess out. "You didn't check the news did you?" Scott asked. I shake my head in denial. What was there to check anyways. I don't have time for news and all. "Look, " he said switching the news channel on the TV. " Breaking News: Kayden Moonlight from the Band name Moonlight is spotted at MC Hospital with a female patient, who seems to be in serious condition ."

25.THE DAUGHTER OF THE MOON Alpha Aren, still in his Archon form, gazes upon the incredible woman his small and adorable human Gil has become. She is of extraordinary beauty. Her white hair shines like the light of the full moon. Above her head, a golden halo adorned with a glowing crescent moon rests.

But damn it, the way she looked at me. I sighed, throwing my legs over the side of the bed and standing, pacing the small room. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows on the floor, and I could feel its pull in my veins—stronger, heavier as the full moon approached. That was part of the problem. The wolf was always harder to manage this close to the change, and Chloe? She was like gasoline on a fire I was barely keeping contained.

She nods, and I watch as the love of my life is driven off before I turn my attention to the awful sight left after the battle. “I don’t know what Eli told you.” I scan the group of warriors as soon as I get closer. “You know me as Luna Lyra, but I’m also Queen Lyra of the Lycan kingdom.” I see recognition in the eyes of only two of them, but the rest looks confused.

Thirty-Two: Nighttime Whispers EIRA Is it foolishness to assume that this child of prophecy is not Kael? That there’s other pups born of royal blood with white hair? Cassian frowns. “I would argue that one cannot possibly have white hair but…my former mate had white hair.” Gaza’s eyes briefly cut to mine, and I swallow thickly. “Yea, I think I remember that oddity.” Lysandra nods. “White hair is only common among the moonblood line,” Gaza explains, and it takes everything in me not to run out of here. “Prophecies surround them.”

“If it moves and isn’t yours, I’ll make it trip.” Moon-low put a spill of silver on the water that made the old east bridge remember every story anyone ever told on it if it was a human. Iron sweat, kisses, fights and Sable. She arrived without drama, which for her was drama. Red hair damp with river air, wrists neat with nettle thread, bead strings looped over one hand like rosaries that had soured. She stood at the line of our light and shade as if checking whether the ground under her would behave.

I reassured her as I put her hair behind her ears. I made her feel better because she stopped crying and looked up and gave me a soothing smile. “How are your preparations for the summit?” She asked, looking me in the eye. I covered up the fact that I was stressed and that I wished this cup could pass me. “Oh, it's fine Andrew and I are still finalizing the arrangements” I told her the half truth. ‘Do I need to tell Michelle that the Blood moon pack, which is Rita’s birth pack, will be at the summit or is that information unnecessary ?’ I thought to myself.