Novel & Cerita The Defiant Luna

Reagan continued flatly, sharply, “yet you stand behind the man you stole, hoping to be acknowledged.” He stepped forward slightly. “A woman like you,” he said softly, loud enough for everyone to hear, “does not deserve to utter the word ‘Luna’ in front of me.” Laura trembled, her face pale. Rayna looked at Reagan, her breath caught. “Why are you defending me?” Reagan lowered his head slightly, his voice meant only for her. “Because you are my Luna tonight. No one has the right to insult or belittle you,” Reagan replied meaningfully.

“Don’t tempt me, little moon. I might just take you to war and crown you all over again.” And just like that, I fell all over again. For the king. For the bond. For the moment I realized… I wasn’t just a girl cast into the forest anymore. I was Queen Luna. Once rejected. Now ruthless. And madly, completely in love.

Luna stood before her bedroom mirror the next morning, barely recognizing the person staring back at her. Her violet eyes, once bright with innocence, now held a darkness that made even Silver pace restlessly within her mind. She'd spent the entire night planning, and today was the day she'd put her plan into motion. Are you sure about this? Silver asked, though her wolf's tone suggested she was more excited than concerned. "They betrayed us," Luna replied firmly, brushing her long black hair until it shone like silk. "Now we'll show them what a real Luna looks like."

He has grey short hair but brown eyes that match Louis’s. Mum walks over to join us with Luna Amelie, Brett’s mother. “Hello my gorgeous girl.” She kisses both my cheeks and squeezes me into an embrace. “You look stunning.” “Thank you Luna Amelie, you look amazing.” I add. Luna Amelie has always been gentle towards me, even though she has a reputation for being quite a ruthless Luna. She is wearing a silver silk dress and diamond earrings. She has long wavy brown hair, the same colour as Brett’s, that is styled into a side ponytail. She gives me a once over before turning back to my Mum.

It wasn’t just around her; it was inside her, beckoning her. “Moonbearer,” hissed the shadowy figures, their voice a chilling echo. “Choose.” Luna inhaled deeply and exhaled, her voice ringing with emotion. “I will protect those I love, no matter the price.” The shadows appeared to protest, running toward her, but Luna’s eyes forced themselves open and they got a light on their own inside them. She raised her hands and the space around her shimmered. A wave of energy emanated out of her as the shadows were blasted into nothingness.

An assistant jogged up with a card, handing it to Luna with an apologetic bow. She opened it. I can't undo yesterday. So I bought tomorrow's light. — K Luna read it twice. Then she laughed. Not a soft, polite laugh. Not a dismissive snort. A full, bright, unrestrained laugh that echoed across the courtyard and probably reached the ridge where Kael was undoubtedly watching. Dante looked down at her, his dark eyes warm with satisfaction. "Good. That's the correct response." "Is he serious?" she managed between giggles. "He bought a sun. A whole additional sun."

Not even Connor had ever used his aura so forcefully against her. “I am the Luna,” Selene says coldly, her voice sharper than ever, “and while my mate is unconscious, I am the highest authority in this pack. Everyone, including you, Mrs. Carlaaaaa…” She deliberately drags out the syllables, mocking her. “…will obey me. If not, I’ll have you thrown into the dungeon. And as for you”, she turns and points at Inés, “step foot in this pack one more time, and I’ll rip your head off along with anyone who dares help you.” A collective gasp ripples through the crowd gathered nearby.

The attacker had underestimated them all, and he would pay the price for it. Luna struck the first key, soft and haunting. Adrian leaned closer, their shadows merging in the dim light. Somewhere far below, the world spun oblivious, but above, in the quiet penthouse, a new song played, one of survival, defiance, and the unshakable power of allies who refused to let fear dictate the outcome.

Luna experienced a taste she had never felt before. Jealousy, bitterness, and hurt. These emotions had never existed in her before. She was Luna Phelan. Her greatest defining trait was her unmatched, absolute pride. Everything in the world was beneath her, and no one was ever worthy of her gaze. She only looked toward the top, never down at mortals. But now, she was wounded all over by the emotions and feelings of ordinary people. "Bring them over and return them to Mr. Lloyd." Luna's voice was hoarse as she ordered the people behind her.

Luna tilted aside to dodge Wilson’s grasp and scoffed, “Mr. Lee, don’t keep protecting Autumn. I know you’re close, but you can’t keep favoring her. That’s not fair to everyone.” No matter what, she had to ruin Autumn’s reputation today. If she missed this chance, she might never get another. So, she refused to give up, even if her heart raced with fear. She wouldn’t back down. Wilson snorted, “Your idea of ‘fair’ is just stepping on others to feed your pathetic vanity. “I warn you to think carefully before you start a scene. If you can’t prove Autumn plagiarized, you’ll be blacklisted across the industry.” Luna’s face paled, then she recovered. She looked toward Autumn. “Do you dare to rele