The Half Blood Luna By The Black Daisy の小説・ストーリー

Zevran said. She raised her hands, the flames forming a circle between them. “By my measure, you will burn no more in hunger, but in memory.” The black fire contracted into a single pulse—then exploded outward as pure white. The shockwave swept through the chamber, up the stairs, through the citadel, and across the plains. When it faded, silence reigned. The Black Moon in the sky flickered once, then began to bleed gold. Zevran sank to his knees, pulling Kaelira into his arms. Her skin still glowed faintly, her breathing ragged but steady.

She knocked once before entering, and found Osmond seated behind his desk, who immediately turned towards her. “Papa,” she called cheerfully. “I’ve brought good news for all of us.” Osmond immediately rose from his chair. “What is it?” he asked, quickly walking over to Paige, who had already sat down on the sofa. “What good news?” Paige looked at Osmond with sparkling eyes. “I’m going to become Luna very soon.” Osmond froze for a moment, then asked with unmistakable enthusiasm, “What did you say?” A bright laugh spilled from Paige’s lips. Understanding Osmond’s shock, she explained, “Alpha asked if I would be willing to undergo the blood bond ritual and become his Luna.”

Dahlia This night couldn't get any worse than it already is. Why is Daisy here? Why isn't that bitch dead already?! Not only that but she's the Luna of the mysterious Crimson Moon pack. The true wolves of the night? How? She's nothing more than a weak slut!

Matthias is all that and more to the Pack and to the Alpha. My father nods and places his finger on the intercom. "Thank you. Please escort her in." A few moments pass in tense silence until Matthias opens the door to the office, Layla trailing behind him with her hands clasped in front of her. He places his hand on her back and guides her in. "Sit." He growls at her and for a split second of weakness, I almost feel kind of bad for the she-wolf. You won't be able to find a single wolf in Blackwater who isn't more than fond of Willie. She is fated to be our next Luna after all, even though she isn't yet aware.

" Liam asked, tone curious. Then I shall be Luna, as I should have been, you see, Sophia, shining in my eyes with the lust of ambition. And you will have what you will, territory and resources to your rogues. Liam nodded, satisfied. Just see that you abide by your half of the bargain, Sophia. Rascals are not patient men. Sophia waved him off. "Don't worry. It's all coming together, everything. As Liam slipped off, Sophia tightened her eyes. Next, Kane, you will be an eyewitness to what transpires when you underestimate me. My trek to the Blueblood land was quite painful and tedious, but my legs were frozen when I had only reached the fringe of the beloved forest. The thoughts came back with

Daisy The smell of pine and expensive cologne always made my stomach turn, but tonight it was suffocating. The Hall was draped in silver and black silk for the Lunar Awakening. It was the night every shifter in the Blood Moon pack waited for. The night the future Alpha turned twenty five and finally claimed his position.

“I don’t cry.” “You don’t do a lot of things.” Lena cleared her throat from the window post. I hadn't realized she was in the room all along. she stepped forward with arms full of herbs and bandages. Her presence was accompanied by a sharp scent of mint and oud, mingled with something raw and earthy. “Our Luna is awake,” she said softly, though her eyes were all business, scanning me with the precision of someone trained to see pain before it’s spoken. “She hit her head,” Rael said, rising. “She was out cold when I found her.”

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

Bianca turned once, lifting her gaze to the stars, and smiled. The serpent song did not stir that night. Only the sea moved, calm and endless. Luna closed her eyes and whispered to the wind: “The world begins again.” At dawn, Luna stood alone in the same study where her mother once wrote her testament. The hidden alcove stood open, the manuscript Bound to the Blood King lying on the desk. As sunlight crept across the cover, a faint shimmer pulsed beneath the wax seal alive, waiting. Luna touched it and the ink bled faintly beneath her fingers, forming new words where Bianca’s last had ended: