The Reborn Luna's Revenge の小説・ストーリー

I flinched at the sight of two other werewolves who walked out of the audience and stretched forth their hands. “After you—Luna” Thomas voiced, soothingly as I walked slowly and laid down on the rock. My eyes striking the designs of the ceiling and the chandelier which was hung up above. My heart raced as I saw Thom and Marcus bring out the hay and burnt them. All these happened while Jasper continue with his incantation. The smoke from the hay they burnt would go directly to the ceiling in a straight line and the spirit of the Luna would appear, but if it scatters along the line, and nothing appears or maybe an unknown face shows up from the smoke, then I’ll be screwed.

Her gaze burned with something far deeper than rage—betrayal. “Did you ever think of me when you went back to that witch?” she asked, her voice deceptively calm. Norwan’s brow furrowed. “She’s my Luna.” Cora threw her head back and laughed—a sharp, hollow sound that echoed through the tense air. “Since when?” she asked, her tone dripping with mockery. “Since she became the Alpha of their clan?” Norwan said nothing, but his silence spoke volumes. “You forgot, didn’t you?” Cora’s voice turned cold as steel. “You forgot that she killed my baby.”

Watching Ana debut as Luna was spectacular. She nailed her performance on ever level, and she certainly impressed. Photos haven’t stopped being snapped around her. Right now, Ana is being praised by the queen herself, who I knew would love both Luna and Ana. There is already chatter around Luna and her ethereal voice. It’s exactly what I wanted for Ana. Being a popular singer gives her power. Power she will need to help her get revenge on those who wronged her. Sometimes revenge is violent and loud. Sometimes revenge is subtle and quiet. It’s the type of revenge that you don’t see coming, and the type that leads to positive influence. Revenge doesn’t always have to be a bad, wrong, or evil t

Irrevocably. Your reputation crumbles. Your career vanishes. Your place in the world is quietly, efficiently, removed. And by the time you realize what's happening, it's far too late to do anything but wonder how you ever thought she would forget. Luna reached up, covering one of Dante's hands with her own. "Thank you," she said softly. "For the resources. For the strategy. For never questioning why this matters." He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I don't question because I understand. This isn't revenge. This is reclamation. You're taking back what they stole—your peace, your power, your right to exist without their shadow."

Rebirth Of The Vengeful Luna Chapter 7 *******Poisoned 2 ******* The pack was in chaos. Luna, their leader, was lying on the ground, unconscious. She had been poisoned, and the pack was doing everything in their power to save her. They had tried to revive her, but she wasn't waking up. They had given her an antidote, but her body kept rejecting it. It was as if her body doesn’t want the antidote. The antidote was the only hope they have to save her but her body keeps rejecting the only thing that can save her.

Katherine stood in the center of it all. Her body had already shifted back, human again, fragile again. Blood dripped steadily from her palms, pooling in small dark circles on the blackened sand. Her eyes were still gold. She had always been mine, but what she turned into, was something I couldn't find myself claiming. Elder Veyra rose. “She is no longer merely Luna of Volkov,” he declared. “She is the Luna of Ashes. The key made flesh. The storm foretold in the oldest scrolls. I think she was reborn when the veil could no longer hold. An ancient being has returned to us, bound to the blood of two packs and the spirits that wait beyond the sky…”

Because when someone was capable of betrayal once, there would always be a next time. After I got home, I immediately summoned the system and demanded an explanation. "How is this possible?" "Luna signed a rebirth contract through a different method." "What method?" I could not understand it. I had already made a deal with the system. She should not have had another opportunity to be reborn. "She committed suicide ninety-nine times, personally experiencing ninety-nine painful deaths in exchange for one final chance at rebirth. In this lifetime, she has been waiting to reunite with you."

Claws gleamed on some hands. The lead warrior stepped forward. He was tall and strong. “Lucas! You were captured. Now you walk with the enemy? And her?” He pointed at Scarlett. “She stole our supplies. She attacked us.” Lucas let go of Scarlett’s hand but stayed close. “Listen to me. Scarlett is not the enemy. She is the true Luna. Her blood can heal this pack and make us stronger.” Whispers moved among them. A few wore stunned expressions. Head shakes followed, quiet but clear.

"Go ahead." Ophelia brought down the knife sharply, driven by a demonic type of rage. Orla spoke lies! Only lies! There was no way that she wouldn't become Luna. No way at all. Dark Moon clan was hers to rule. It had always been her birthright. Why was she born into the world, abandoned, and then rescued by Mr. and Mrs. Darke if she wasn’t meant for great things? Orla released a single breath and closed her eyes. She couldn't fight. She was weak and had started feeling sick—which was unusual for a wolf, and she missed Maverick.