My Miracle Luna (complete) Novels & Stories

asked Fiona. "Yes, my lady. The alpha and luna are still alive, but they are weak, just as we need them to be. They have enough blood to perform the ritual. Their wolves are weak and will not be a problem for us. Additionally, we have all the spells needed for the transfer of powers with the moon goddess medallion that we have been keeping for years. Nothing can go wrong; everything is in place, my lady," said Laura.

Seren Duncan came to my side immediately. “Lucian, Tristan, Blake—you’re with Seren. Get the pups and the rest of these trainees into the shelter. Julian, warriors, with me to the north border,” he bellowed. The warriors in the training group fell in quickly, their calm control keeping the rest from panicking. As the pups, teenagers, and new trainees looked towards me, I realized this was my first proper duty as Luna, and I was determined that I would not fail them. “Come on, follow us! The closest safe room is in the pack house. Let’s get you there.” I looked over the group that had gathered and assigned teenagers to help keep the pups in line, then led them to the pack house.

I hate that it makes my chest ache. I exhale slowly through my nose. The regret is immediate and bitter. “I’m sorry,” I mutter. My voice cracks on the second word. “It’s not your fault. Just… put it down. I know what to do.” “You should not be alone, Luna,” the one with the wine says. “No one should be by themselves at a time like this.” I swallow past the knot in my throat. “I prefer it. Leave. Please.” The Omega with the bowl sets it carefully on the vanity, then she presses a small glass vial into my hand. “From the healer, Luna,” she whispers. “She says it will help with the pain.”

The anxious-looking driver replied. "Great! You go home now! Stay in your house, and keep our Luna safe in your home! If you had a basement in your house. Hide her there! You understand?" I said. "But how?" The driver asked, confused. I removed the silver bracelet from Lauren's wrist. I put her to sleep before the battle began so that she wouldn't see the gore, the blood, and the carnage happening in front of us. "This bracelet will take you back to your home. Just concentrate on where you want to land in your house—something soft, like a bed or a couch. I don't want to see any injuries on her body. Do you understand?"

my mom said, sniffing as she hurriedly gave me a satchel, which she had obviously packed for me. "Mom, what do you mean? Let's go together" I pleaded, tears covered my eyes at the implications her words. "Don't be stupid. I'm Luna, if they can't find me, they will immediately realize someone escaped. They will find us. I don't have time to exchange words with you. I went through hell to conceive you, and I will pass through that same hell before I let anyone hurt you!" She shouted, tearing off my nightgown, and hurriedly dressing me in black silk, and then a black fur cloak.

After spending the rest of the morning together, Jax told me that his parents had some information for us regarding the attacks that were happening. Jax was going to step into his father's steps here soon, which meant I would take the position as Luna. There was going to be a lot happening. But first we had to handle this coven problem.

"Lord Mikael gave me orders to take you to France." "Am I going to be bitten by him?" "No, he wants to enlist the help of a witch to kidnap Luna from the Red Crescent Moon and one of those slippery hybrids." "Is he no longer able to bring out his fangs?" "He wants to cover his tracks. Her three Elite hunters were already killed by that hybrid when they kidnapped the Luna." "Why should I help him I'm too busy to deal with werewolves, you know that Hubert!" "Because the Luna is your kind, she's half veela."

“These leaves possess powerful healing properties, and I’m hoping they hold the strength to revive her.” Luna's ears perked up, and her full attention zeroed in on Mira's every movement, sensing the palpable shift in the room’s energy as hope blossomed once more. Mira moved with purpose, the bowl cradled gently in her hands as she approached Aria’s still figure, lying peacefully on the couch. With meticulous care, she brought the bowl to her daughter’s side and, with a steady hand, poured the crystalline liquid into Aria’s mouth, her heart a silent prayer for a miracle.

The siren song, echoing through the walls, chilling my bones. "Luna!" I shouted, racing down the hallway, panic gripping me like icy claws. Finn's voice came frantic from one of the rooms. "Mom!" I burst through the bedroom door, stumbling to a halt at the sight before me. Luna lay on the bed, tiny body shaking violently, her long hair spread like dark silk over the pillow. Her eyes were wide open—glowing softly with a faint, eerie blue-green light—and the song spilling from her lips was ancient, heartbreaking, powerful. She was convulsing, her small fingers clenched tight in the sheets.

Inside, the room was a blinding white. Luna was suspended in a glass tube, her body crisscrossed with glowing fiber-optic cables. Her eyes were open, but they were solid silver, streaming tears of pure light. The machines around her were smoking, their circuits melted by the sheer volume of power she had channeled. "My baby..." I whispered, rushing to the tube. I tore the cables out with my bare hands, ignoring the electrical shocks that charred my palms. I shattered the glass, catching her small, limp body before she could hit the floor.