Suna Naruto Novels & Stories

“Why would you want to go to Japan with him and your grandmother?” “When Luna Lenora comes to our class, she tells us to always be brave and stand our ground.” Rin twists her fingers. “And Sofu and Sobo Ikeda have Uncle Arnie to be with them, but Sobo Azuma only has me… and I guess Mister Ryuu now, too.”

Everyone had a drink in their hand and just seemed to be chilling. “Hey, Luna Kris! Do you need anything to drink? We are passing out coffee, chi tea or waters. We have lemonade for the kids. I can get you something different if you prefer.” One of my old pack members, Suzie, was walking around with a couple empty glasses. “No, thank you. How is everything going? Do you need any help?” “Obviously we are busy but it’s been great. Everyone is helping everyone so its been pretty relaxed. I do think Luna Penny might need help in the kitchen.” Suzie whispered the last part to me.

What the fuck is she talking about. “2…1…Happy Birthday!” The crowd shouts. Everyone starts to sing for he is a jolly good fellow at the top of their lungs. I zone them out and I feel my sister grab my arm. When I smell it, the most intoxicating smell in the world, my mate’s scent. I can hear her heartbeat loudly, feel the tug on my heart and soul. I slowly turn around in the direction of the scent, but I already know who it is don’t I?! She is singing at the top of her lungs, she smiles at me as I meet her gaze. My Luna…my mate…my Lizzie.

Queen Suna paced back and forth, her sharp eyes fixed in space as she rampaged through her undecided mind. Lilia is becoming a thorn in her flesh and she has to get rid of her as soon as possible. It was a relief that she hasn't developed her powers, Suna knows that when Lilia does, getting to her will be very dangerous so she has to attack now that she doesn't have her witch's powers yet.

Hujan rubbed his face roughly. “Step back, both of you! Let me deal with it. Because I'm what they want!" Sunyi's said firmly. Bima and Hujan gasped, Sunyi was standing behind them. In her hand was holding a whip. She was already wearing battle clothes. Hujan frowned.

Niffa said frowning. “What? You mean you can’t remember what happened to you?” Maru said as he frowned back. “What happened to me?” Niffa asks in confusion. “You unleash the sun’s power, and everyone is afraid of you even Seres surrendered,” Maru said. “The sun keeper,” she uttered as she quickly run towards the window and opened it. The darkness in the room was lit up. She was shocked to see the sun’s radiant light and it doesn’t shine faintly anymore.

This is the Luna that I wanted to see. She presses the enter button to start the first stage of her training. This time her eyes turned red and rushed to the arrows approaching. I can’t able to see her visibly as she moves fast to avoid the arrows. Her strength amazed me every time I see her training. I couldn’t even imagine if there’s someone as strong as her and could be able to beat her on the battleground.

Nadine said with a tone that was almost a scream. “Daman? Who’s that? is he a musician?” Heira asked, taking a bite of the burger in her hand. “Seriously? Who doesn’t know Daman?” “This is his picture” she showed me the magazine. “Wow, he is handsome,” I said, staring at the guy.’s image. “Come on bae, you don’t just say it like that, the guy is damn so hot, I heard from those who have seen him, that you can’t stare at him without drooling.”

I wrote the names of my fallen, swallowed moonstone ash, stood naked before the Hollow One. “You want a vessel?” I said. “I want revenge.” It did not nod. It only entered me. And thus was born the Shadow Luna. They crawled from the ruins. Fur like soot. Eyes like dying stars. Not alive. Not dead. Drawn only to me. One licked my hand. Its tongue was fire. “My Luna,” it rasped. I had made my own pack. And they would obey no one else. She waited by the blood tree. Still loyal. Still afraid. I stepped from the shadows.

Seara woke up to the strong aroma of oatmeal and stewed meat the standard breakfast for a wolf fighter. On the nightstand, an ivory white healer’s uniform with silver embroidery on the collar lay neatly folded. “Wake up, Eighty Percent Luna Candidate. Your time for lazing around is over,” Winona’s hoarse voice called from the doorway. Seara groaned, pulling the blanket higher over her head. “Can’t I just have one day without that percentage label?”