Romans & histoires Noire Neptunia

Blueprints of my neural scan. “He’s using you as the master key,” Silas said. “You’re not the weapon. You’re the door.” I couldn’t breathe. “He’s built the entire ARIEL-NEPTUNE framework on your cognitive imprint. That’s why he never came for you. He didn’t want to kill you.” “He wanted to preserve me.” “Exactly.” Matteo stepped forward. “We burn this.” Silas didn’t move. “You can’t. Not yet. If you do, the auto-trigger sets off NEPTUNE’s fallback. It’ll spread the neuro-net through the emergency satellites. Civilian exposure which has no cure.”

“I have maintained peace, and he knows my silence over the years isn't weakness. Her being here is… it could be a coincidence… a coincidence that was meant to happen.” Louis stood up tilting his neck till a snapping sound echoed and he took a few steps towards me. “We both know it's only for now. You know things are going to change when he finds out that his rejected mate is being held by his enemy.” He stopped and swallowed softly, holding his breath as he took yet another step closer. “This could mean war, Alpha. A war over a woman.” His eyes stayed fixed at me, gentle with a still reminder of what was ahead, what was going to happen if I listened to the bond I felt, to the connection that

“But you’re too beautiful to waste.” I slapped him. Then I kissed him back. Because I needed his darkness more than his loyalty. Lira’s coronation was drowned in moonlight and blood. The traitor packs howled her name. She wore a crown of bone and frost. “Let them see their ruin,” she told her mirror. Then she laughed. Because it was my face reflected in the glass. The old wolves met in silence. Alpha ghosts, buried kings, forgotten Lunars. They demanded tribute from me. I gave them nothing, only blood. The pact sealed in my veins. The eclipse lives in you now, Seris said. With it… comes war.

Her eyes were glowing neon pink and green, like the colors of the northern lights. Her wolf was excitedly peering at Loid through Sora's eyes. Loid gasp as Sora dug her canines in Loid's skin. Both of their eyes shone like stars in the dark. Loid wrapped his arms around Sora's waist, a pleasured moan echoed in the silence of the night. Sora's mark also started tingling with pleasure.

He rose his hand in the air and I saw projection: the woman so beautiful and ethereal, looking like no any woman I saw before was walking down the Elysian Fields, singing some song which sounded like a call of a siren. Some strange and novel feeling washed over me when I saw her there. After watching this beautiful creature, I cocked an eyebrow in amusement. The carnal desire to have this little piece of heavenly treat flared through every inch of my body. Seconds later, I offered a hand to Nepethern to seal a deal: “Ok, dear cousin, you piqued my interest and have struck yourself a deal. In exchange for an alliance against Lartellan, the God of War, you will give me a hand of beautiful Noos

A month later, Wolvent and I held our mating ceremony. It was huge—packs from everywhere showed up. Alphas came to curry favor, drawn by Suncrest's power and the strength of the Moonshade bond. Wolvent held my hand, proudly introducing me. I was now the Suncrest heir—and the Luna of Moonshade. Together, we'd united the two most dominant packs out there. A force no one could ignore. Eyes followed me everywhere—some full of awe, others dripping with envy. "Celina!" The shout cut through the party.

Three of the front-tier elders stood up in unison, their heavy grey furs shifting, their faces twisted in painted, political outrage. "The blood is corrupt!" one of the councilmen bellowed, pointing a shaking finger at Naya. "The rogue-born carries the taint of the dead zone! By the high laws of the northern alliance, she must be cleansed! Guards, seize the child!" A pair of liveried palace guards stepped forward from the shadows of the stone pillars, their boots clattering against the floor as they closed the distance. On the dais, Zarek's stoic facade finally cracked. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound that vibrated through the very floorboards and made the glass decanters on the si

"You look... pleased. What happened?" My grin widening. "Unexpected progress," I replied, the joy in my voice undeniable. Thorne’s eyes narrowed, clearly puzzled by my uncharacteristic optimism. "Progress? How so?" I took a moment to relish the confusion on his face. "You were right, Thorne. I believe she is my mate, and I'm finally getting through to her." Thorne looked taken aback, struggling to wrap his mind around my words. "Nikita? The Luna of Death? Your mate?"

My nails lengthened into claws, my teeth sharpened, and my skin rippled as fur bloomed across my arms. Neva emerged. She stood tall and regal, her fur shimmering like moonlit frost, her eyes burning with a fierce blue glow. Her paws dug into the earth, anchoring her as the storm of light danced around us. She howled—loud and violent—a sound that cracked through the air like lightning splitting a mountaintop. People began to gather outside the tomb, drawn by the power. Luna Valarie stumbled back, her eyes wide. And then—she did something no one had ever done to Neva.

The same girl you called worthless is standing here today beside the kindest, most powerful Alpha this pack has ever known, as his Luna, I am no longer the worthless Lilith, I am Luna Lilith. "You couldn't destroy someone the Moon Goddess had already chosen to bless." My father began crying openly. "Lilith... I'm sorry, I know I failed you, please forgive me." "Please forgive us, I promise to be the best sister." Nora whispered through tears, I closed my eyes briefly, before slowly pulling them open again, trying hard to block my tears from flowing... They do not deserve a drop of my tears. Oliver stepped beside me. "You will answer for your actions, your fake tears won't save you."