Novel & Cerita The Perfect Luna By Marissa Gilbert

Coating my white fur with her blood. I shift back as I stand panting. Turning my gaze to him, I stalk towards him. As he shakes his head, he looks up at me from the floor and then at himself. The look of shock and disbelief is on his face. “Marissa, please. I didn’t know.” I laugh at him. If I don’t then I will cry. His whore’s blood dripping from my face and hands. “I warned you Robert. This is on you. I Marissa Gilbert, the true Luna, and daughter of Selene, reject you King Robert Alexander as my mate and king.” He clutches his chest as I still deal with the lingering pains of betrayal.

Her fingers closed around cold metal. The customized pistol fit naturally in her hand. Comfortingly familiar. Then— A soft click. Barely audible. Coming from the living room. Luna was already moving. Silent, precise, and dangerous. The woman who slipped through the penthouse shadows wasn’t a CEO. Wasn’t a businesswoman. Wasn’t even Luna Albert. This was Phantom. The version of herself she’d spent years trying to bury. The version that had survived places most people couldn’t imagine. She approached the hallway. The click came again. Closer this time. Someone was inside. Her apartment security system was nearly impossible to bypass. Which meant the person standing in her home wasn’t ordinary.

But Perfera doesn't know . The moon hung low and pale, like an old scar across the night sky. In the upper spire of the Crescent Silver Moon palace, Perfera stood before the obsidian mirror, a crown of silver thorns glinting atop her brow. Her fingers were pale, nails dug into the edge of the vanity as if to steady herself. Her eyes—blue once, now lilac stained with secrets—watched her own reflection with eerie calm. She inhaled slowly and whispered, “I am their new Luna now.”

Luna Alicia asked everyone's opinion. Grandpa Russ whispered something to his wife while Alpha Simon and Luna Alicia looked each other in the eyes. Lyn glanced at the window, blaming herself for not getting close enough to Lauren over the past few days, because if she had, she might have seen clues and signs of Lauren being possessed.

I recognized it immediately — the undeniable pull of true mates. “Aurora,” Asher whispered, “I think Luna is my mate.” Then he walked away. I saw Asher and Luna take slow steps toward each other, eyes fixed to each other. My heart swelled with joy for Asher. And I thank the moon goddess for giving him a second chance. I stood there, with the Key of Harmony in my hand, and wondered hopefully toward a new future.

“I told you… if you want to see your friend alive, you’ll do as you’re told. I swear, once this is done, you’ll see her. But if you run now… they’ll tear her apart.” “Fine,” I hissed. “Just finish whatever the hell this is.” Gabriel released my wrist slowly like he could feel my fury vibrating through me. Then he nodded once at the robed man. The man smiled thinly and raised his hands, his deep voice booming, “By the blood bond, the mark, and the witness of the Moon Goddess, we now call forth the Luna to take her rightful place. Step forward, young lady.” My legs refused to move at first. Gabriel placed his hand on my lower back, gently pushing me forward. I stumbled but caught myself, glari

But from love. They argued in the clearing. Three of them wanted to leave. Said I was more beast than Luna now. Said I’d bring ruin. I let them go. But Seris didn’t. She hunted them at night. And in the morning, only their bones remained. A hawk came with another message. No poison this time. Only blood sealed in glass. Lira’s voice echoed through my head as I read it: “Come alone. Come unarmed. I’ll give you the truth.”

“What?” I looked at her, eyebrows pulled together. “The full moon is out,” Rita said, her voice softer now, almost reverent. “Can’t you see it?” Her lips curved in a smile as she raised her hand, pointing toward the window. My eyes followed her gesture and landed on the glittering light spilling from the sky. The moon hung high, white and sharp, casting its glow across the world. The humming of the moon’s pull felt like a low sound in my bones, a vibration deep inside, as if it were calling my name. From the north, the silver light spread like a veil, casting long, trembling shadows across the kitchen floor.

I roll my eyes and try to look down at my feet. "And?" He asks. "And... If I don't have the answers how am I supposed to be a good Luna?" I ask, he grabs my chin and makes me look in his eyes. ""You are pefect, just the way you are. The Moon Goddess herself desinged us to fit each other perfectly. And even if she didn't, I have no doubt in my ond that I would find you in all corners of the earth." He looked at me with seriousness and devotion.

My name is Aria Nightshade. Daughter of Alpha Lucien Nightshade, the only heir to a bloodline that ruled long before I was born, the future of a pack I once believed I would lead. But that was before I chose love over everything I was meant to be. And this… this is the story of how I lost it all, and how I took it back. I remember the night everything began to fall apart. I was lying in Damon’s arms, my head resting against his chest as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat filled the quiet room. The curtains were drawn, allowing only thin strips of moonlight to spill across the bed, painting everything in soft silver.