Nisa Neptunia Mga Nobela at Kwento

They tend to stay back and watch everything around them very closely. I met them already, when they arrived. The leader, Narsia, introduce them in order, like a roll call. There was Aliza, Lorena, Aurela, Lyndel, Michonne, Petrine, Chandi, Rian, Zuri, Sedna, Dali, Pahket, and Nazayia, who is the youngest in the group and is the baby sister of Narsia.

And yet—it pulsed. Alive. I’d fought monsters. Demons. Even the goddess in my own head. But this? This was something else. Something that had never walked this earth. And somehow—I knew her name. “Nyra,” I whispered. Kael blinked. “What?” I swallowed hard. “The Second Luna. Her name is Nyra.” ⸻ The ground split. And she rose. Not fully. Not yet. Just enough for her face to break the surface. Sculpted like a statue, beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. Her eyes were shut, but her presence was suffocating. Every instinct in me screamed to run.

Nexie explained again. "And I have always found it wrong that once a Neptune dies a part of the Tideian dies with him and by a part I mean the Tideian dies along with him, why is that?" Alexander asked again. "Are you from Aquarial?" Nexie asked. "Yes, I am." Alexander defended. "I was being sarcastic and yes of course you're from Aquarial. Look, there is no Neptune without his..." "Tideian, I know," Alexander whined. "I understand that."

It felt like the name was a kind of a sacred spell in itself that felt like a drug. "You'll eventually know about me when the right time comes. Till then, you are not allowed to tell anybody about me. Okay? You want to defeat your grandfather and live happily with your mate, right?" Neptune asked, making Victoria nod her head. "Good. Then I'll come tomorrow again. Till then, don't think much about me, meine Geliebte." Neptune said before he bent and leaned towards her. "Tell Jasmine, ich liebe dich." He whispered into her ears before placing a feather-like kiss on the corner of her cheeks, making her eyes go wide, however, before she could even refute and say something, the man disappeared,

I recognised that voice. “For the love of the divine,” I muttered to myself. “How weak you are considering you're a….” She sized Isla up. “....a Luna.” Serena moved uncomfortably in her seat. “Lunas are usually very powerful. A pillar of support to the Alpha and a model to the young girls in the pack,” She slipped from her glass, her lips staining it. “Not usually hung up on their ex-husbands who don't want them by the way.” Without warning, Isla lurched across the table aiming for Tarlyn's neck.

As they moved together, the young woman introduced herself to us. “I’m Luna Charlotte’s Beta,” she said softly. “My name is Nia. It is a pleasure to meet you all. I’m afraid that my mate, Yosen, and our pack’s Gammas, Luen and Jack, are out on patrol tonight, but I wanted to come and meet you all.”

Alarick presented his gifts to the couple. "That is so thoughtful of you, Alarick. You are right that things look so different and unique. Aside from the books and some toys, I do not recognize any of that. But I am sure that Selene will love it. Thank you, Alarick." Luna expresses her gratitude towards him. "Selene. Your daughter's name is so beautiful. Selene is also the name of the goddess of the moon in Greek mythology, isn't it?" Alarick asked.

“Pretty smart.. pretty smarts . Always knew my boy was smart. So, they basically work on their own 24/7?” “Yeah yeah.” she smiled, AGAIN! “So, how’s this my business? And why did you guys bring me here?” Chad asked with one hand holding the bedsheets he wrapped around his waist. “…the Medusa were looking for a woman, Aisha. Because she’s basically the only one who has ever come in contact with 'the fisheye'. And they’re seriously looking for the Fisheye.” “…whoa whoa.. wait, who’s Fisheye?” Chad interrupted.

It doesn’t look like her. The door opened again, and the maid earlier entered. “Luna, it’s time.” She bit her tongue, but in the end, she still said, “I’m not your Luna.” She said that out of spite. To them, to herself. To them as they were forcing her, and to herself that felt her heart tremble with the word. The Luna. The Alpha’s partner. But… After staring for a while, the maid replied. “At least, not now.”

I am not the kind of girl to keep losing myself in thoughts about boys, yet here I am. “Don’t mind her. She thinks she is going to be the next Luna, but she isn’t Luna material. My cousin just keeps falling back into bed with her. My aunt Brianna is a fabulous Luna and Cheri can’t hold a candle to her,” the voice of a cute boy in a faded T-shirt, flannel shirt and worn jeans with his arms full of art supplies says from beside me as he looks me over.