Tears Of A Luna Vega นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She dared not look Visha in the eyes as tears fell freely from her eyes. "I am Luna, you dumb slave! Do you still see me as a mistress? Am I not worthy to be your Luna? You still mock me with my previous title?" She asked Ria through gritted teeth, her tone taking an emotional turn, sounding like the victim. Ria shook her head frantically, "No, Luna. I apologize. It will never happen again," she sobbed. Visha turned her gaze to the Keepers without saying another word to Ria, "Why do you need more supplies?" She asked Mitch.

I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything ever happened to any of the people I love, especially you. You are my mate, my best friend, my heart. My job as your Luna is to protect this pack and to protect you. I don’t know how long I will be gone or if I will ever be able to return. I do not expect you to wait on me but know my heart will always belong to you. I love you with all my heart. Love, Your mate, Your Luna, Your Moon I stare at the letter as tears run down my face, my heart is shattering, and fear is welling up inside me. She left. She left to protect our pack. To protect me.

They were all bearing the mark of the Luna. Hyacinth Luminar, the young girl with a rare power that comes from the bloodline of the Luna Luminar, a legendary Luna from the eighteenth century. From the moment she was born, the Moon Goddess already bestows her the sun, and the moon collided, and with the two enemies align, the light came shining on the newborn pup. Well, at least that’s how I remembered about Hyacinth's popular story.

Luna Riza, blinded by envy and greed, lost all of her reason. This was one of the Moon’s Tears power. It could ignite the deepest, darkest desire of a human no matter how kind or innocent that person was. It played the mind of the people. Diana reckoned this was the reason why Shananel let the Moon’s Tears stay in the Crescent Pack’s alpha family—it gave the alpha and the luna a false sense of security while not knowing it was a curse for those who were not descendants of the Ritchell bloodline. Diana watched as Luna Riza slammed against the cabinet, shattering the wooden furniture into pieces. Wooden splinters that went straight to Diana turned into a pile of dust as soon as they made conta

This little tidbit earned me some brownie points with Alpha. Just as I’m stretching my neck, I see Luna step out and oh my, I never was one for wedding dresses but wow. She looks like the moon goddess herself. Liam is going to lose his mind when he sees her in this. Just wow. Oh shit, I’m gawking and she saw me but I can’t stop. My pocket starts vibrating.

"Which limb?" "You... You can't hurt me. I'm a Luna. Wife of the 4th-ranked Alpha. If you hurt me..." "I won't hurt you since you're a Luna." Lavana walked towards her and she kept retreating until her back hit the wall. "I only ask that you swallow this so you'll become more elegant and beautiful to your husband." Lavana poured the several small pearls formed by her tears earlier, into the frightened Luna's mouth. "Swallow them," she ordered.

hating the broken voice that laced my words, I said to Luna Callista, so she would stop in her attempt to wake her up from the dead. "No, she can’t! She would come back to us,” she responded, tears flowing down her soft cheeks. I patted her shoulder slightly and signaled for her to stop the cry, but she seemed so uncontrollable. I want to shed tears seeing Luna Callista wailing, but I couldn’t so I wouldn’t be seen as weak by the watching eyes.

His mouth flattens. He passes it to me. A familiar logo fills the top of the screen. Under it, an article: *WHERE IS LUNA VEGA? INSIDE THE MYSTERY OF A DISAPPEARING STAR* My face—older, glossier, from a red carpet last year—stares up from the thumbnail. I scroll. Words jump out: *vanished from public view…* *no social media activity…* *label representatives insist she’s “resting,” but insiders whisper…*

"You’re the true Luna." ***

But Vega showing up now, going as far as reaching Luna… I couldn’t ignore the signs anymore. That safe might hold the key to everything. Maybe even why Santos Vega walked so freely through doors that should’ve been locked to him long ago. I turned from the balcony and walked back into the room. Luna was lying on the bed, one leg bent, the other stretched out. Her eyes were wide open, fixed on the ceiling like she was trying to make sense of something only she could see. As soon as she patted the space beside her, I didn’t think twice. I dropped down and pulled her close like she wanted—like I wanted. No matter how crazy everything felt right now, being next to her always made sense.