Novel & Cerita The Half Blood Luna Free

“He means well. But he’s wrong.” Caleb shrugged. “You know, if Lucy really is your Luna, the Council would throw a festival. But something tells me…” He grinned. “…you’ve already chosen your chaos.” I didn’t answer. I just looked toward the window where the moon hung...half-full, glowing faintly red at the edges. The Lunar Eclipse was coming. And so was the truth. I pushed off the wall and started toward the hall where Lucy waited. Caleb called after me, “Where are you going?”

Before he leaves, he says, “As long as Caleb is missing, I will keep fighting for you. I don’t care if you don’t love me, as long as you return to me.” Trying not to let out a scream of frustration, I login into the Luna class. An older female appears on the screen, and after introducing herself—Luna Eldia of the Blood Moon Pack—she asks my name. For the next hour, she proceeds to teach me about packs and other Luna-related things. I take notes on a notepad I find in one of the drawers of the desk.

MIRABETH POV The cold night air whipped against my skin as I ran through the forest. Branches scratched my skin, while dirt and leaves clung to the torn fabric of my dress, but I could barely notice any of it. Rage and humiliation burned against my skin so hard that something like pain felt insignificant compared to it. I, Mirabeth, the Luna of the Royal Shifts pack, was forced to run like some kind of wanted criminal. No, I was now the former Luna.

"It's a good day for Liana, we shouldn't ruin it for her. Can't you see how happy she's whenever she's with Kenziel?" "But Klaus is more stronger than Kenziel and he's already an alpha while Kenziel is yet to be one..." The second Lady rambled on. "—if I were in her shoes, I would have chosen Klaus a million times, yeah!" "To Liana, the soon-to-be Luna of Alpha Kenziel, and Dark Knight pack." Afraid that those words might hurt Liana, the blonde one toasts, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Cheers to your new happiness, Liana!"

The salty air is thick and heavy. I would much rather be lounging on the spectacularly white beach, my toes buried deep in the warm, dry sand, the cool, invigorating spray from the ocean misting on my skin. But I am here. Working. I’m always working. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane. “What about the second daughter?” Weiland asks, lowering his voice slightly. “Leila?” “Apparently, she’s not of divine blood. The mother, the former Luna, had a bit of a thing for Omegas. Sick, twisted shit.” I don’t usually gossip, especially about the tower wolves, but this one is too juicy, too dark, to just let it go.

“Have you heard?” Harry ran to Adolphus’s room after finding out the news from a trusted source earlier. “They found Charlene— and the Lycan King, Adhler declared that she’s the fated Luna that will save the Lycans from the catastrophe that is about to come,” he sat on Adolphus’s bed. The latter had just woken up, Adolphus stood and picked up his clothes. “Why aren’t you worried or even thrilled about this!? That is our sister that they are taking in as their own, Adolphus!”

“We promise resilience. We promise unity. We promise to meet every threat with our teeth bared and our hearts unbroken.” The crowd leans forward, drawn in; I feel their pulse syncing with mine. I turn to Leah, raising her hand higher. “Leah,” I say, my voice steady, “you are Luna of Bloodmoon. Not because I name you, but because you earned it, every hour of every night and day we’ve survived.” Gasps ripple through the crowd, then silence so thick it feels sacred. The moon splits the clouds above, a clean beam of silver falling over us, illuminating her like the goddess they whisper she might be.

Laila says, conjuring a pen and paper from thin air, “the God of Death and the Goddess of Life won a great victory against their father, the God of Darkness. They wrenched half of the planet away and made it their own Kingdom, the Underworld.” Laila draws a circle on the paper to represent a planet and draws a line clean through it. “This is the Underworld,” she continues, tapping her pen on one of the hemispheres and then gesturing to the wasteland around us to indicate that they’re the same. “But beneath it is the Deadlands.” Inside the little hemisphere that Laila has indicated is the Underworld, she draws a smaller circle, just below the surface.

Blue Rays Pack is just a small pack but having one of the bravest wolf as an alpha, an intelligent luna and strongest warriors, it intimidates almost everyone. Luna Valeria, the late luna of that pack also belong to the oldest clan of royal lycans and was once a princess. The late luna has the ability to use magic, making her untouchable. Until now, their death remains a mystery. Well, only for Zachary and his family. “My mother is still trying to know what had happened to her best friend and she’s still mourning for the late luna. It’s more than a decade now and she’s convinced that there are more to the story.” Zachary shook his head.

"Just think that I'll fight for you no matter what happens, I'll fight for our love." Luna averted her eyes and looked at her book shelves with old and thick books. "I've read something in one of my books. There are so many civilians who died, because of the love between two people. It was taken from real life, but they changed the name of the place and the people." "Are you referring to the Legend of the Moon?" Arayan asked. "Legend? You mean it's not true?" "How can you say it's not true? You are the proof," Arayan replied with a smile.