The Eclipsed Life Of Luna Mischa Novels & Stories

Below it, a message had been left in the blank space: I, Miss Q, In the name of medical science and with the honor of my lifetime’s reputation, solemnly declare: Luna has never undergone plastic surgery. Luna is Briella McKenna. Briella McKenna is Luna. Any changes in her appearance are the result of long-term detoxification. The grand hall erupted like an explosion. Rock was standing straight, clapping with reverence and admiration as his eyes stayed locked on Briella. Only five senior elders had the right to remain seated in the entire hall. Yet even those five—seated at the highest table—slowly stood up. On the livestream, comments flooded in faster than the system could process.

Quinn asked bluntly. Luna responded honestly, "Because Ms. Gatrell saved my life six years ago. Without her, I would have died." When Luna mentioned Lisa, Quinn found herself lost in memories of the past. It turned out that Luna was the young lady Lisa had saved years ago. "You finally made it into Four Seasons Incorporated. If I fail, you could be kicked out of the company and even Jipsfort. Aren't you worried?" Quinn asked. Luna smiled confidently. "Ms. Jowell, don't worry. I have a lot of confidence in myself. I'll make this project a success."

I know I should be grateful they found me when they did but most times, I can’t help but wish they left me to die in the shadows among the trees. “Tonight, we wear our finest dresses, dance, and act like we don’t have a care in the world and if the moon goddess finds us worthy; we’ll find our mate got it?” Kim’s sweet voice takes that bossy edge she loves to use. “Yes, boss.” “Now, if you don’t mind can we start breakfast before Luna wakes up? You know how she gets when food’s late.” Kim smirks, “Deal, the sooner we start, the sooner we finish,”

Someone’s phone was blaring out what sounded like a live broadcast, and one with a voice that was all too familiar. “Yes, it’s horrible, but I’m afraid it’s true!” Louisa said passionately. “My sister, the soon-to-be Luna of Eclipse Pack, is a wolf who can’t shift!”

She walked right up to me and stopped, smiling evilly under the mask before turning to face the crowd. “I, Michelle Alonso, will become the next Luna!” She declared and smiled at the Luna, who had a horrified look on her face. Everything had finally fallen into place, and soon, everything would be fully complete once Lucian and Killian Nox faced their death in a few minutes.

“But unity demands truth. And truth demands a price.” The starfield shattered like glass, and the group found themselves standing in a circular chamber, its walls carved with scenes of their journey: Jessica’s battle with the dark figure, Kade’s transformation under a blood-red moon, Selene’s spells weaving light from shadow, Lucas’s quiet moments of doubt, and Bryan’s sacrifice that still haunted them all. At the chamber’s center stood a pedestal, but instead of orbs, it held a single, jagged mirror, its surface swirling with mist.

One of the Lunas I did not know, a slim woman with bronze-brown curls and sharp green eyes, smiled sweetly at me over the rim of her wine glass. “Were you living alone all this time?” she asked. The question had barely left her lips before Misha Hark spoke smoothly over her. “Were you? Living alone must have been terribly difficult,” she said, “after losing a mate bond.” There it was, the first true bite. It was not openly vicious, not enough for anyone to accuse her of cruelty but worded in such a way I could tell she wanted me to feel some humiliation at being rejected and abandoned. The greatest public shame a Luna could endure.

And as Cassandra's screams echoed off the stone walls, Eve embraced the ruthlessness her new life demanded. She wasn't the terrified dancer anymore. Wasn't the girl who hid behind masks and hoped no one would see her. She was Luna. Future queen. Powerful enough to destroy her enemies. And she was just getting started.

Vincent was my mate, and Cecilia was my six-year-old daughter. They both ignored me and went straight to Fiona's bedside. My daughter held a polished moonstone bracelet in her small hands. She leaned against Fiona's bed and said, "Aunt Fiona, I made this for you myself. Happy birthday." Vincent looked at her with a gentle expression, and he placed a crown on Fiona's head. "This Silvermoon Crown is my birthday gift to you." My chest tightened. That crown was supposed to represent the Luna's legacy, and now it was on my sister's head.

She had not expected Ethan to be the one telling it. Not to the whole world. Not like this. “The real Luna died in a fire,” Ethan continued. “She died thinking no one remembered her.” His eyes lowered. “She died thinking I had forgotten her.” Luna's tears fell. “I never forgot her.” Ethan looked up. “I never stopped searching. But I searched for the wrong person. And because of that, Luna died without knowing the truth.” He looked toward the cameras. “She was the bravest person I ever met. She was twelve years old and frightened, but she stayed with a stranger. She stayed with a boy who was bleeding in the dark until she knew he was safe.”