The Rise Of The Ugly Luna の小説・ストーリー

“I think she didn’t die, she is back. I said and he took a swift turn to look at me before signalling with his hand asking who was back. “The rightful Luna of the Pack and betrothed to the Alpha Karl is back but the only thing is she has lost her memory and can’t remember anything, I even heard Alpha Karl call her Avery I guess it’s a name he gave to her to have an identity,” I said waiting for a reaction because we had somehow plotted and I had made sure to do the job of taking Naya Rose the supposed Luna out and so she wouldn’t ever come back but I was wrong I didn’t kill her.

They are the most prominent family in the city, causing Luna to be called the Moon Princess and people treat her in such a way. But she is not special, as to her. She is just a normal seventeen-year-old girl with silver streaks on her long ebony hair, dark skin, and full round brown eyes. Nothing is out of the ordinary except for her hair. Also, she doesn't feel special. She doesn't have powers or whatever and she is basically not good at anything. To her, she is just a symbol. A symbol of what her people had long believed, is that when the son of the Sun and daughter of the Moon meet and collide, the world will once again be reborn.

“I don’t know. I am not afraid of becoming her anymore, that’s no longer it. Like you said, I am who I am, and I can’t be anyone else. I don’t want to be anyone else. And that’s precisely why I don’t feel like doing the revenge anymore. Moira is the type of person who does the kind of petty stuff she did at the party last night, I’m not. I’ll just leave the pettiness to her.” “So what about your original mega revenge plan then?” Rita asked. “Are you going to let that go too?” Luna shook her head. “Oh no, that’s still on. That is definitely me. I am not getting back at her and Justin for some petty reason, I am getting back at them for a really terrible time in my life that they put me throug

“A weak, unwanted nothing. You might have a new pack, but deep down, you'll always be that pathetic girl we all knew.” I felt Xander tense beside me, ready to defend my honor, but I placed a hand on his arm. This was my battle to fight. Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer to Kara, my voice low but clear. “You're right Kara. I've changed a lot. Now, I'm stronger and more powerful than you ever thought possible. I'm the real Luna, selected by the Moon Goddess herself. And I'm here to help protect your pack, whether you want me to or not. So I recommend you stop your small-minded dislike and concentrate on staying alive.”

He said, his hand on my hair tightened even more, yanking my head back to whisper straight in my ears. "I'm going to tell you what your fate from now on will be, Listen carefully Rose, I don't know who you were or where you came from but! You are no longer a rogue or a no one, you are the Luna of the Red Moon pack, You will start learning what your duties will be and be a good Luna to everyone, to everyone we will be the Alpha and Luna, a happy couple but you will lose all your power and rights the minute we enter this room, to me, you will be nothing more than a slut, a whore that spreads her legs with no question, you have no right to say no or refuse, you will take my cock however I give

Luna asked, trying to read her husband's thoughts. "Since when was that?" Luna asked again, causing Lucas to fall silent while he thought. Lucas recalled the time he came across a popular magazine featuring Luna Estrada. It was when Luna had transitioned from being a teenage model to an adult model, and numerous well-known brands had rushed to secure contracts with her for makeup, outfits, and even underwear. Luna's face was everywhere – in magazines, on social media, and electronic media – all about Luna Estrada. For that reason, Lucas never let a day go by without glimpsing at Luna Estrada's face. Perhaps that's when his admiration for Luna started. Over the years, he would smile just by l

It would be the pinnacle of success for her! Luna's envy was almost tangible. Why couldn't she be the fortunate one instead? In the beginning, she bore a son for Hector, who tragically passed away. However, upon uncovering that Hector was an illegitimate child of the esteemed Barrett family, Luna felt a surge of hope within her. She believed she could rise to the status of a mistress in a distinguished household. Despite Hector's illegitimacy, Luna hoped to secure some financial stability as the mother of his child.

Now, they felt foreign, unwelcoming, just as they had the day she was cast out. But she was no longer Ayla, the weak mate unworthy of an Alpha’s love. She was Layna now, a nameless healer seeking refuge. A wanderer with no past, no attachments. Her face, once delicate and familiar, had been reshaped by the Moon Goddess’s will. Her softer features had sharpened, her emerald-green eyes darkened into a stormy hue. The woman Kael had once known—the woman he had broken—was gone. And even if he stood before her, even if he looked into her eyes, he would not recognize her.

My eyes widened at this blatant lie she just dropped and I feel like laughing immediately. With her gestures, I could notice that she won't be able to hold on for long so I cleared my throat, "This is my sin Prime pack members. My Luna was raised amongst humans and I thought the only way to maintain unity because of her deep hatred for werewolves is to make her happy by calling her huma!" ~~~ GLORIA'S POV I was surprised that Damian could lie like this. Truthfully I was already in a tight spot as I could feel my baby kicking therefore causing mena sharp pain in my abdomen.

My real one, white, long, rippling, flowed behind me, trailing like smoke. Below me, the kingdom pulsed. Awake and Peaceful. Above me, the moon shone full and pale, watching like an old friend. I didn’t cry. I didn’t speak. But inside me, something ancient stirred. Something I knew would live long after I was gone. The White Luna was never a gift from the gods. She was born in fire. In betrayal. In war. And she rose for every broken soul who thought they weren’t enough. The wind howled once, like it agreed. My eyes flashed silver. And the world… Faded to white.