My Little Pony Princess Luna Nightmare Moon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The windows were open, and I could hear Selena talking inside. "It’s good that he has come for you," a woman’s voice said. It sounded like Selena’s mother. "Now, you will become the Luna, and you will get all the power you want." I froze, my heart hammering in my chest. What? My mind raced as I strained to hear more.

“You think she’s just another pup. But she isn’t. She’s the one who will unite bloodlines that never should’ve met. She’s Luna-born. The Queen your kind forgot.” “That’s a myth.” Yuna smiled. “So was the Moon, once.” I didn’t ask her to stay. But she did. That night, she lit candles in a circle and whispered words in a language I didn’t know. She touched my stomach and cried. Not out of fear—but awe. “She’s more than you know,” Yuna said. “And she’s already being hunted.” Elsewhere, Lilith screamed in her sleep. She woke up and tangled in her own hair, her breath shallow, nails tearing at the sheets. The dream wouldn’t let go—fire, ice, and a cry that shattered glass. A child with silver eye

Instead of a bar, Luna Elaine had a mini library with two reclining lounge chairs with side tables and a round center table. The former Luna loves reading. She has a collection of historical books on everything supernatural and other genres, too. She also has a mysterious shelf of unmarked books no one dared touch. They were the only ones kept inside a sliding glass enclosure with locks. It always piqued my interest, but I had to respect the rules of the house. The former Alpha and Luna busied themselves traveling abroad after successfully handing the pack over to Nathan at age 22. But they make sure to return every year for the celebration of the Summer solstice.

Princess's Day Luna's sixth birthday celebration transformed the Iron Fangs clubhouse into a magical wonderland. Her own powers, now impressively controlled, created dancing auroras and floating stars while supernatural children from the Academy played games that mixed wolf agility with magical skill. "Show off," Ghost teased as Luna created an elaborate magical obstacle course for her friends, complete with safe zones and spell-practice areas. She was gifted. "Learned from the best," she grinned, the spelled pin on her party dress glowing with their connection. Through it, Ghost felt her pure happiness, so different from the fear that had gripped her months ago. She hugged him tight before

I ask and she shakes her head, I look at the calm rushing stream before us and wonder if ever my life would return to calm. “Thank you for today, for standing up for us even if it meant you getting hurt, you're a true Luna” . I shake my head “I'm not a Luna Priscy, I'm an omega, just like you. Godmother is right, saving myself is a task, saving all of you? It's hopeless” . Priscilla doesn't say anything more and we just sit there in silence and watch the water.

I woke up and found Xander staring at me. His eyes were so soft and full of love that my heart fluttered. He smiled tenderly at me, and I smiled back. “Good morning, Luna,” he whispered softly, reaching over to push a lock of hair behind my face. “Luna?” I whispered softly. Xander nodded, his smile widening. “Today, you officially become the Luna of the Blackstone Pack. Are you ready?” A feeling of excitement and worry filled my heart. “I… I'm not certain,” I confessed. “Everything is moving quickly.”

he says, nodding his head. “Please call me Kate,” I say, taking a sip of the orange juice. He says nothing, just walks away. I look to Troy and Jake as they glance at each other before turning to me. “What?” I ask. "The only person who will call you Kate is Troy. To the rest of the pack, you are Luna. It is seen as disrespectful to call the Luna by her name.” Jake explains. “But I am not a Luna, not yet anyway,” I say. Troy stops messing with the pile of papers and looks at me.

I said this, noticing the worry in Luna's eyes. She hesitated before responding, "I had a bad dream and couldn't sleep." "The same nightmare as before ?" I asked, remembering Luna's recurring dream about running in the jungle and being chased by a shadowy figure. Luna nodded, her eyes filled with fear. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked gently, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. Luna hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. "I don't want to think about it right now," she whispered. "Can you just hug me?"

“I’ll have to have a talk with Mei about threatening your mother with shipping containers.” Luna giggled, then yawned so wide her jaw popped. “Bed,” Rhea said. “You woke everyone up with your brain yelling. You can at least pretend to sleep now.” Luna’s nose wrinkled. “I don’t like dreams,” she said. “They show me shiny hair lady and her teeth.” Lyra’s grip tightened minutely. “We’ll work on giving you better dreams,” she said. “Ones with pancakes. And very polite raccoons.”

"You're not thinking clearly. The stress is all too much. Let’s help you." Luna’s laugh edged toward hysteria. "You want to help me? Then leave. All of you. Get the fuck out of my room. Or better yet, just kill me already. Put me out of my misery. At least then you two can play house without having to pretend you give a shit about me." "This is my pack house, my territory. You don't give orders here," Damon said coldly. "I am a Princess of the Southern Lunar Kingdom," Luna’s voice was steel. "And you'd better remember that before you speak to me like I'm nothing!” She spat.