Novel & Cerita The Luna's Killer

I can’t help think that it is my fault for not being there for her. “I have had my orders to kill all four of you, unless you tell me what I need to know and I will let you go.” Paddy looks at Alonso. Who is just staring at me. “Luna thinks it was us who killed your grandparents. But it wasn’t. I think it was something to do with Roman. We never had a problem with them or with your family, for that matter. It was Luna, she is unhinged. She is one crazy, scary bitch.” I nod my head at what he is saying.

The complexity of Seraphia's motives unfurled like cosmic threads, weaving a tapestry of deceit and tragedy. Luna, her voice tinged with resolve, declared, "She also knew that I wouldn't let that slide. That's why. But anyway, she shall know that whenever I meet her, I'll kill her personally for killing Rylan and for trying to assassinate me." The gravity of Luna's words echoed through the tent, a declaration of justice and the unwavering commitment to seek retribution for the crimes committed.

"And now she is gone and I kept quiet for nothing." Mom stepped forward from the sideboard. "William, Luna was a convicted murderer. She killed Rose Rodriguez and—" My father turned and looked at her. The slap was harder this time. Not frenzied. Deliberate. The sound of it was louder and Mom's head snapped to the side and she grabbed the edge of the sideboard.

Alpha Simon told his wife. Luna Alicia wiped the tears from her eyes with the hem of her dress. "According to her doctor, Lyn is fine. She's not harm in any way." "Good." Alpha Simon murmured, pleased with the only good news that he had received that morning. Luna Alicia took a deep breath. "It's clear to me now that the only targets of the assassins were Grandma Flora and Grandpa Russ. They put Lyn to sleep so that they could murder the victims freely. Am I right with my theory?" She expressed her theory about the tragedy, seeking her husband's opinion.

I say, my voice firm. " What about Luna?" He questions intrigued. " I think I know who killed him" I confess, whispering. " And who might that be?" He doubts, his eyes fixated on me. " Luna Lora" I spit out, confidently and he almost falls off his seat. " Why would you something like that.? That is deformation of character" He tries to caution me in a whisper, but I remain unphased. " I am not trying to deform anybody's character. I have proof" I inform, taking out my cell phone from my bag.

She held my hand and asked, “Mom, who are those people? What happened to them?” “They’re lunatics.” Just as I finished speaking, Nathan stopped hitting them. Luna was twitching on the floor, and the little boy lay unconscious with blood dripping from his nose. Nathan’s eyes were bloodshot with rage. He lunged at me like a madman. “Wifey… Harriet, I killed those scumbags. Please forgive me. Let’s get back together!” He was almost at my car window when the police arrived and quickly restrained him. Nathan had killed Luna. He defended himself by claiming that he only did it because she had murdered his mother.

I took a deep breath and asked, “How about you, Miss Luna? If you were in the situation of the killer of your brother, what would you do?" Luna sat up and looked at me. He measured his gaze for a few moments. "You mean if I ever get killed, what am I going to do?" "Yeah." I still nodded. "I will confess to the law if I killed someone. It's my fault." I just nodded. I don't understand myself. I'm sorry but I don't care anymore. That's Luna's life and that's no longer the subject of concern and if I'm my goal.

“I got you, I got you, I got—” A shot rang out. Kieran _jerked_. Blood. His. On the snow. Luna Mother stood 30 feet away, smoking gun, face twisted. “Mine,” she hissed. “He’s—” I didn’t think. I picked up a rock. And I threw it. It hit her in the temple. She dropped. Just like that. Luna Mother of Blood Moon, killer of my peace, stealer of my son, went down to a _rock_ thrown by a wolfless orphan.

Meanwhile, the video continued to play—Frank managed to save Luna by feigning disinterest, after which he crippled Clark and Gable but spared their lives. While everyone thought that was it, Luna appeared on screen again and hacked Clark's neck with a machete, killing him. Everyone gasped at the scene and turned toward Jade. "Uh…" Jade could no longer argue when such decisive evidence was presented. And remembering what Frank had said earlier, she certainly felt like a clown! All her slander was now proven to be a malicious distortion of facts! It was not just her either… Her own daughter Luna had murdered her Uncle Clark in cold blood.

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”