Novelas y relatos de The First Luna

I woke up and found Xander staring at me. His eyes were so soft and full of love that my heart fluttered. He smiled tenderly at me, and I smiled back. “Good morning, Luna,” he whispered softly, reaching over to push a lock of hair behind my face. “Luna?” I whispered softly. Xander nodded, his smile widening. “Today, you officially become the Luna of the Blackstone Pack. Are you ready?” A feeling of excitement and worry filled my heart. “I… I'm not certain,” I confessed. “Everything is moving quickly.”

Ronan looked at me for a while, then he finally loosened his posture. “A heat, really? In Shadowcrest?” “I am as shocked as you are,” I muttered. “We’ve only heard stories of it,” he went on. “The people are already talking. Saying she’s a true Luna.” “True Luna?” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Yes. She’s the first to enter heat in centuries and she’s Luna at that. You know how they are. Give them a spark, and they’ll turn it into a full prophecy.” “And… how is she?” Ronan added quietly.

She was holding an ancient dagger. "Then we stop it." Richard turned. "Selena." She raised the dagger. "You won't take her again." Richard smiled. "You still don't understand what Aria is." Selena's grip tightened. "Then tell us." Richard looked at me. "She isn't simply the Moon Queen reborn." Silence fell. "She is the first Luna." My breath caught. Richard continued. "The woman who created the mate bond." Damien stared at me. "The first Luna?" Richard nodded.

"If this is a joke ... it's disgusting." I looked up, searching his gray-brown eyes for even the smallest hint that he was kidding. But all I saw was calm, like everything he said was normal. "Sorry, Lane." He didn't even pull his arm away from my waist. His fingers traced the skin that had just been shaking under him. "But don't worry. No matter what, you'll always be my first Luna. Your status, your honor—none of that will change." First Luna? I shoved his hand away, like I was shaking off a cold, venomous snake.

“Why? Will you punish me for speaking the truth?” The silver restraint tightened around my body. Pain shot through my shoulders. I refused to look away. “You can control my body. You can steal his heart. But you cannot make me believe you deserve our love.” For the first time, the ancient man looked genuinely angry. Then Luna stepped forward. “Let my mother go.” He turned toward her. Something like wonder crossed his face. “The first daughter.” Luna lifted her chin. “My name is Luna.” “Your existence was made possible by the first heart.”

She looked human. Young. Alive. She wore a simple white dress. No crown. No weapons. No blood. She smiled at us. "Welcome to the First Kingdom." I looked around. "The first werewolf kingdom?" She nodded. "The first kingdom of wolves." Draven studied the city. "Who ruled it?" She looked at me. "You." My chest tightened. "Me?" "You were the First Luna." She looked at Draven. "And he was the First Alpha." Draven frowned. "But you said our souls existed before the Moon Goddess."

“I know.” Mara looked at her. “But it’s working.” Luna nodded again. --- Day one hundred and ten, the first pup was born in the joint territory. Mother was Red Fang. Father was River Claw. No one made a comment about it. No one needed to. Luna visited the den that night. The pup was healthy. Loud. Alive. Luna stayed for an hour, just watching. Kael found her there. “You’re thinking,” Kael said. Luna nodded. “About what happens when they’re grown.”

For the first time in my life, I’m the one who jumps in and asks, “You know?” She nods once. We all wait with bated breathe for her to continue, it something about the way she’s perched at the end of the chair, like she’s not sure if she should sit or run, tells me it's not an easy thing to say. But, she eventually starts carefully, “There’s this thing called the Covenant of the First Lunar. A long time ago, when we were all united, he had a Queen Luna.” I feel Olivia’s pulse jerk, “How do you know this?”

"Luna. Luna De Luca Sinclair. Named Luna because she was born at night, full moon, soft, quiet, like moon, second twin, born October 1, 2021, at 2:15 AM, 2.9 kilos, two minutes after Leo, quiet, not roaring, just staring at Mommy like she knew Mommy was tired. Four and a half, but draws like eight-year-old, sings like angel, talks to everyone, loves everyone, forgives everyone, even Vanessa, even though Vanessa is witch. She is not allergic to anything, she eats everything, she loves strawberry milk, she drinks three boxes a day, she loves pink, she loves yellow, she loves ponytails, two ponytails always, she loves hugging, she loves drawing family. She drew you for one year, Alessandro, eve

The colour drained from her cheeks. Behind her, the shadows seemed to deepen. Eleanor slowly turned towards the staircase. “The first Luna.” “No,” Mara whispered. Her eyes remained fixed on the parchment. “Not the first Luna.” She lifted her gaze to mine. “The one who created her.” Silence swallowed the chamber. Even Joss appeared unable to speak. I felt as though the floor had disappeared beneath me. “The first Luna was created?” “Not in the way you think,” Mara said. “The woman who looks like you is the first Luna’s living reflection. A vessel fashioned from the g