My Miracle Luna Novels & Stories

she questioned mockingly. “It's not like you can run all those laps by yourself" she said before crossing her hands as if she hit the bullseye but instead she was way off. I mean I could run a whole more laps than 100, not just me my pack members who were trained under me and my friends could also run this much laps by now without breaking a sweat even if they did it in their human form. But because I didn't say anything, Britney thought she was all knowing and decided to carry on speaking with a smirk on her face as if she has won before she carried on mocking me, "you look weaker than a girl, why are you even our trainer or even eligible for the title of Luna” she questioned making everyon

“She’s uhm… sick. She has moon sickness, and there might be a way to cure it, but it costs a lot of money. Me and my family don’t make a lot so there’s no way we could ever afford to help her without a miracle.” “We’re sorry to hear that, Angel. Is there anything you’d like to say to the fans before we finish up?” Laura asks in a voice I suspect is fake sympathetic. I shrug a little, glancing at the camera. “Just… I hope I can find someone here who is real, and genuine, and I hope everyone watching can help me by sending me good thoughts.” I say, smiling at the camera.

"You're all acting as if you've seen a miracle." "That's because we have." Dr. Williams said matter of factly still examining her. "Are you aware of the fact you died?" You died... The rooms temperature around Danica seemed to drop as the words hit her. How could it be possible that she died? She was only out for a few minutes at most. Looking from Dr. Williams to Mason she waited for an explanation. "Luna, you were dead for a good hour." Dr. Williams spoke still looking incredulous. "How you're suddenly alive and with no recollection of dying is medically impossible."

I looked up. And my world stopped. Simon walked out. Not alone. His hand was clasped around Mira’s. Mira. In my dress. Wearing my smile.The ground tilted. My ears rang. He raised her hand. “This is my Luna.” The crowd erupted in applause. And I shattered.

"On when Dante proposes. Current odds favor the next full moon. I have fifty on Christmas because I think he's dramatic enough to wait for maximum impact." Luna stared at her oldest friend for a long moment. Then, despite herself, she laughed—a real laugh, warm and surprised. "You're impossible." "I'm invested. There's a difference." Mira's expression softened. "For what it's worth, I think you two are the real thing. The rumors are just... noise. Confirmation of what everyone already sees." Luna looked down at her hands, at the mark on her wrist that bound her to Dante in ways no ceremony ever could. "We haven't talked about it. A ceremony, I mean. It's not..."

Her squad encircled her, expressions etched with both fear and resolve. And then Mira spoke, her voice laced with triumph. “Choose me, Luna. End it all with sacrifice, but you’ll never find out the truth about your parents or the force that connects you to the moon.” Luna froze, her breath catching in her throat. "Wha—what are you talking about?" Mira's smile was cold, calculated. "The relic holds so many secrets. Including the one you've been searching for all your life. But to find out that secret... you'll have to let me go."

I whispered, “but I know his weaknesses. His pride. His temper. And that little Luna will learn soon enough that being loved by a man like Dylan Thorne can be just as dangerous as being hated by him.” Mira’s eyes gleamed faintly in the candlelight. “Do you want me to start spreading the word that she’s sickly? The maids saw her resting in bed for half the day.” I smiled, cruel and cold. “Yes. Tell them the Luna is fragile. That she’s not fit to lead. And whisper that perhaps the Moon Goddess made a mistake choosing her.” Mira curtsied and turned to leave. “Oh, and Mira,” I added, my voice soft but sharp enough to cut. She paused at the door.

Dante managed day-to-day pack operations while also serving as temporary alliance coordinator. Luna continued her training with Mira and Sage, but they'd adjusted their approach. Less rigid discipline, more playful exploration. They taught her to view her powers as tools, not burdens. "You can make light," Mira said during one session. "Show us something beautiful." Luna concentrated, and butterflies made of light appeared, fluttering around the room. She giggled with delight as they landed on Mira's shoulders. "Perfect. Now make them dance." The butterflies swirled in patterns, creating a light show. Luna clapped her hands, delighted with herself.