Santana Lopez Novels & Stories

His claws dig out and scrape the inner layer of my head in an attempt to come out. Dakota, control! I warn him. I ignore the smell, reporters, and comments from females, and hastily reach the stage. By then Dakota starts to jump and scratch in my head unruly. I try to block him, as he wants to take control of us. And we both know, when he takes control, we always end up tasting blood. "Good morning people of Damison Group." Anger is clearly visible in my voice, it is more like a warning for Dakota to not mess this up. My hold on the podium gets tighter as I try hard not to focus on the smell.

I nodded, and she took a step back before walking away, leaving me alone. “Let me guess, she wants you as Diego’s new Luna, doesn’t she?” Naya asked, taking me off guard. I looked at the woman for a second, taken back by her statement, and she shook her head as a small smile played on her lips. “I have to wish you the best of luck, then. It seems to me that she is creating a whole new Renata. Only, she never did approve of Renata being with Diego, did she?” “Naya, get out.” Beta Giovanni said, and the woman shrugged.

Magic hummed in the air, a shimmering tension that danced at the edges of perception. When we found her, the sight was a grotesque tableau—Luna standing amidst a stricken scene, bodies of her father's pack strewn across the forest floor. My heart wrenched painfully. This was not my Luna; this was the darkness that distorted the woman I loved beyond recognition. "Luna!" I called, desperate to reach her through the swirling chaos of power thrumming around her. Her eyes, a storm of emotion, locked onto mine with a glacial intensity.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Kane assured me. “I fucking hope not. Otherwise I’m dead.” I said. “No. You’ll be his bride.” Kane corrected me, which sent a shiver down my spine. “Don’t remind me…What’s your name?” I asked. “Landon. And I am at your service now Luna Savannah.” He said, baring his neck to me. But that wasn’t something that I was ever going to get used to. “Alright. Have a seat. Do you want something to eat?” I asked.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

He turned to the chef who was already getting the batter, “Leave.” She nodded and scurried away from the kitchen and Andre took that hint, jumping down from the island he was on. The popcorn and Davina would be so cold right now but he didn’t care, he was more concerned about his best friend who never let feelings get to him. “I’m going to reject the Luna.” He stopped walking towards Enzo when he saw the hidden pain in his eyes. Why would an Alpha want to reject his Luna? Their bond was by far the strongest, there had to be a reason but Enzo was already walking out making André hold his hand.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.