The Luna's Vampire Prince Novels & Stories

I laughed inwardly as I watch Luna Rhea scrunches her nose in disgust with her head held high. I watched Lila's face turn pale but she retaliated immediately, snorting in the process, "I'm mated to a Lycan, a gamma, and not a mere werewolf," she mirrored the disgusted look before laughing at her. "I am mated to a Lycan and that makes me your superior," she resumed, snapping at her. "No," Luna Rhea blinked innocently, keeping her emotions at bay, "Being mated to him doesn't make you a Lycan... Allow him to mark and claim you which I am not sure will ever happen,"

Leah's POV "Lucas, I..." I whispered, lowering my head. "Leah, please don't go away. Please come back to me. I will give you everything you want. I will make it right this time. Lucian is a Lycan prince. Do you know what kind of danger you're going to go through to be in the company of a Lycan prince? I'll give you a hint. He rejected his last Luna and killed her by himself..." Lucas said.

Every step sent another wave through me. “Seraphina, wait,” Lucien called. I stopped. Part of me wanted to keep walking; another part, the foolishly hopeful part, made me stop and turn to face him. He pushed through the crowd, face pale. Up close, his jaw worked like he was fighting for the right words. For a second I thought he might take it back. “You don’t understand,” he said quietly. His eyes flicked to the watching pack members. “This was necessary. The pack needs strength right now. Selene fits better as Luna. Everyone sees it.”

Children with harder. Kael raises his hand. Signal. Wolves relax. Slightly. They recognize him. But they look at me. My clothes. My city shoes. My crown that exists only in blood. "Who is she?" A woman steps forward. Tall. Broad. Arms crossed. Mira. "Seraphina Alaric," Kael says. "Princess. Candidate. My—" He pauses. Word sticks. "Partner." Mira looks me up and down. Slow. Judging. "She does not look like Princess."

The girl was brown with golden eyes, which indicated that she was a vampire, not a low class, but neither was a pure blood, perhaps two or three generations, as was Elizabeth, whose great-grandparents had been converted by the king of Ahnaria several centuries ago, thus giving her first lineage and consequently the lineage of her adoptive sister who, being the second born a vampire, believed herself to be of the nobility. "I'm fine, I just want to get out of here" Luna had said that as she looked at the guards through the window and wondered how she would manage to get away? Besides, she was still in what seemed to be pajamas, but that answer that had been answered by the girl. For brunette

The queen’s eyes were wide with anger, she glared at her daughter who was doing her best to avoid looking into her mother’s eyes, knowing that it was her fault that the two were now rogue, Princess Delilah was half vampire, she could do without a pack, but the queen, she was a werewolf, she was considered a rogue in every sense, and it was the princess’s fault. The queen walked toward her daughter who stepped back wanting to avoid her mother, but she was stopped by a table which was behind her, her eyes looking down at her feet as her mother grabbed her chin like Prince Nathan had done a while ago, the princess’s eyes widened in fear, not wanting to be slapped by her mother, King Alexander,

For she will die too soon And end the tales sung by her futile tune In trade, her crimes will bring a new life At the cost of everything touched by pale moonlight Without a bond, she will still be bound Her first victim’s is the heart that must be found Though she may defy the moon It will still reclaim what it knows to be true' ‘His attempt, however, was futile. Luna Queen Melanie Faolan and the two day old princess were protected fiercely by their newly appointed guard. He succumbed to his injuries, but ended the reign of Lycan King Ulf Talbot. It is curious why Isaac Ambrose was blessed as a lycan, and it has called into question everything we know about how to obtain the lycan blessing.

Alan ordered Aton who nodded and he turned to his wife, “go with them sweetheart, you will be safe.” “No, I am the Luna of this pack, I shouldn’t run in the face of danger,” Scarlet said stubbornly. “Yes, you are the Luna and that is why you need to go with them so that you can keep everyone calm till all is settled,” Alan said. “Not a chance, I have neglected my duties for so long, I won’t be doing so anymore,” she said, her eyes getting determined as she looked up at the sky, waiting for what would be fighting them. At that moment, a man dressed in black appeared in the sky and Scarlet frowned. She looked closely and shook her head, there was no way she could be mistaken, “that is the vamp

A tall warrior stood near the front of the crowd, his arms crossed, a mocking grin already forming on his face. "Perhaps," the warrior said, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Prince Lucian Frost could show us how the Southern Pack fights." The crowd went quiet, waiting. Kane's eyes found mine across the ring, sharp and unreadable, and for a long moment neither of us said a word.

Rula observed her surroundings. Xabar nodded his head. "You're right, Luna. We all built Giaberld as neutral territory, Luna." "You can call me Rula Whitney." Rula refused when Luna's nickname was continuously applied to her. "I've given up my position as Luna." Xabar had a smile on his lips. "For Therians or any other werewolf pack, you are still Luna." Rula frowned, astonished. "The Grimmwolf shield pinnacle prophecy has pointed to you. Your name has been engraved as Luna," Xabar explained. " The situation made you remove your name, but you are still Luna to us."