The Luna's Choice Novel Ayla Novels & Stories

One half glowed with Kian’s fire, the other with the Luna’s light. Ayla stood between them, torn open by love and destiny. Kian shouted over the rising storm, “Ayla, choose me!” The Luna’s voice cut through his—soft but commanding. “Choose the world.” Ayla took a trembling breath, her eyes wet with moonlight. “Maybe I can choose both.” Then she leapt into the rift. Kian screamed her name as the world shattered, his voice echoing into eternity. And as Ayla fell through fire and ink, she saw the first moon turning black.

“The luna was born a nymph; her body is already adapted to hold the magic she yields, unlike a human-turned-wolf.” I ran my hands through my hair and let out a shaky breath as I looked at the still form of my mate unmoving on the bed; my eyes stung from the tears that were threatening to spill. I had never cried before, not even when I was a child facing Alister’s cruelty; I had learned crying only made him happy, and here I was on the verge of breaking down. Was I doing the right thing? Would Ayla be ok, or should I just ignore what the doctor is saying and take Ayla to the nearest hospital?

"Don't worry, we are going to save him just relax okay we are in the valley of flowers, the home to the goddess and for her to summon us here means she's got a plan on how to help us," "Are you sure Kira?" I asked her "Yes I'm sure, don't worry, it will all work out," As she was talking, a figure started forming infront of us and in no time the figure turned into the goddess herself, "Luna," Kira said lowering her head and I followed her lead. "My two beautiful children," she said walking towards us she lightly touched my cheek her hands as soft as silk. "How are you?" she asked me "I'm not okay, my mate is dead. I don't know how my family is doing and I need to go back and save my mate and

AYLA BAILORE “I know you're a spy,” Lucian tapped his fingers against his glass before placing it down on a small table close to him. “I remember the night you snuck into my bedroom, Ayla. Anyone who dared attempt what you did would have had his head ripped out the second he was caught but with you…” He gazed intensely into my eyes before he shook his head as if deciding against something. “I never saw sense in why Esmira insisted on a Queen Selection contest, but now I do. Maybe this was the goddess way of bringing you to me. I know nothing I say would make sense now, not until you get your wolf. But Ayla, I want you to know you can trust me,”

". Rhea's eyes close, a silent tear running down the face. She did not have the choice. She did not have the choice between the two men. She did not have the choice between the two worlds. She did not have the choice. "I don't have the choice," she whispered, a gentle whisper. The earth began to shake brutally. The red light of the moon intensified, a blinding light that surrounded the capital. You must choose, Luna. Or the Goddess will choose for you. And her choice will be punishment. It will be a choice of death. It will be a choice of destruction. It will be a choice of an end," the voice above thundered. "Choose your King, Luna. Choose your destiny. Choose your destiny. Choose your Alph

" ****** Ayla walked serenely out onto the training grounds that evening, her mind consumed by the whispered words of Liam from yesterday. Liam had told her of how Ethan had already chosen a Luna in Sophia, and how Ayla-a wolf less omega-would never be truly accepted into the pack. ‘Why do you keep letting him hold on to you Ayla?’ Liam's words echoed in her brain like a stuck record. ‘He'll never choose you, not in the way you deserve. All he cares about is finding the pups. You're just a means to an end for him.’ Of course, she'd fought it, but a part of her couldn't help but not quite shake off the doubt his words had planted. She walked, she heard footsteps approaching from her back, and

The Awakening & Betrayal Ayla’s eyes opened and she felt like she was laying on the ceiling and looking down on the floor. She tried getting up, but felt lightheaded and stayed back down. She caressed her forehead, wondering what made her lose consciousness. Upon hearing Alpha Asher’s voice Ayla stood up to find Luna Kali awake and in Asher’s arms. “Luna Kali,” Ayla’s voice was filled with excitement. “You are finally awake,” Ayla couldn’t contain her excitement. This was something she had wished for since she got the Moonlit pack.

Our eyes met for a moment, as if he was pleading for me to leave. I stood there for what felt like forever. I attempted to mind link Alpha Benjamin, but there was nothing but a throbbing migraine. “What's your choice…Luna? Do you want to see Black mist freeze to death?!” She snarled, then grabbed a lipstick. She applied it on her lips like she was celebrating a special occasion. “You are such a coward, hurting all these other people just for your selfish needs!” I exclaimed, feeling every pain in my body. I could feel the snow flakes landing on my lashes, which felt oddly longer than usual. I felt every freezing moment. Then I looked at Mendoza and my heart froze.

eyes wide with a combination of terror and admiration. As we entered the building, I took a hesitant breath. My hands trembled, and I felt cold sweat on the back of my neck. But I'd finished it. I had stood up to Alison. I had acted like a Luna. "That was amazing," Ava said as we walked to my locker. I managed a faint smile. "Thanks. But I have a hunch it was only the beginning." As I opened my locker, a little note flew to the ground. I snatched it up and unfolded it with quivering fingers. The inscription inside made my blood run cold: "Little Luna, enjoy your crown while you can. It will not be yours for long. I crushed the note in my fist, my thoughts whirling. Who had abandoned it? Ali

Luna's face transformed with such pure joy that my heart ached. "She made a noise. Did you hear? She's so perfect." Luna looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. "Mama, she's so perfect and tiny, and I love her already." I took a picture with my phone, capturing Luna holding newborn Alice, both their faces showing the vulnerability of new life and fierce love. A moment of pure hope in the middle of preparing for war. That night, Luna finished the blanket. She worked until dawn, stitching protection wards with shaking fingers, whispering prayers to the Moon Goddess over each symbol. When she finally collapsed from exhaustion, the blanket glowed faintly with magic.