Romans & histoires The Rise Of The Ugly Luna

Turn pale in worry when Aurora was ambushed in the market square. It became even more surprising, the day we also found out after accepting nothing more than an omega wolf. That was, in fact, a white Luna long foretold several generations back. That she will become the strongest of all and unite all the kingdoms. Watching her undergo her first transformation was a sight I could never have dreamed of. She stood gallantly staring down at the rogues, who shivered at her sight. For the first time, I saw my Alpha on the floor defenseless, and he was protected by his Luna. She took three full-grown wolves, without gaining battle experience. She took them out so effortlessly. The whole pack immedia

If I could not destroy her through the pack, if I could not turn Ryder against her, or ruin her from within, then I had to do what no one else dared. I would use her to finish what our bloodline started. And when I kill her, the powers of thousands will become mine. No one would remember Kiara as the savior of this pack. They would remember her as the Luna who destroyed it. The Luna who opened the closed portals of darkness. I pressed my palm to the map. The ink shimmered gray, lines sparking to life across the parchment. The paths of the lost. The sleeping dooms. The buried hearts of power.

Eight Months Later Lenora's Point Of View “Wake up, sleeping beauty.” I felt a hand shake me gently and I opened my eyes slowly. I came in contact with Luna Ophelia, who had a huge smile on her face. Ever since I became pregnant, she has refused to let me do anything. Not even attending the meeting meant for every Luna in the Pack that was done two months ago.

it can't be that she is already hating him. "Luna, It is my concern, you are my concern. you have to shift with me." she scoffed at his words in disbelief, Luna was confused and more than that she was scared, Mafia's were a different being, merciless. where Luna was a soft hearted person, they were poles apart. "I will not," "then I will take you," he said and grabbed her hands, Luna's eyes widened as she yanked his hands and he left her hands. "Are you out of your mind, you are a total psychopath."

She walked right up to me and stopped, smiling evilly under the mask before turning to face the crowd. “I, Michelle Alonso, will become the next Luna!” She declared and smiled at the Luna, who had a horrified look on her face. Everything had finally fallen into place, and soon, everything would be fully complete once Lucian and Killian Nox faced their death in a few minutes.

“ barely “ she said “ but I couldn’t let them find her .. “ the night the silver moon pack fell men came hunting , not for territory , not for blood but for what ran through it “ “ the moons bloodline “ I murmured Elenor nodded slowly “ the old blood , the one tied to the moon goddess herself “ “Ayla “ I whispered “Ayla “ she confirmed , the last daughter of the silver line prophecy marked her birth that she would be the Luna reborn , the one who could awaken the balance between light and shadow “ Nate exhaled sharply “ so they burned a whole pack for a child “ “ they thought they did “ but i hid her before the flames reached the pack house , i took her to the river left every trace of magic

“You’re beautiful. You should use that beauty! You could make a lot of money from your looks!” Luna shook her head, crying harder. “I don’t want to be a prostitute!” Delcy’s temper snapped at Luna’s stubbornness. “To hell with your refusal. Tonight, you’ve been booked by an Arab businessman. He’s willing to pay a high price, even if you’re no longer a virgin.” Delcy released her grip. She couldn’t risk hurting Luna—her niece’s body had to remain flawless for the sale. Damaged goods would only lose value, and Delcy wasn’t about to lose money. To her, Luna was a valuable asset—a way to make a fortune.

We moved together in the warm light of the fire, the restraint completely melting away as we claimed each other in a deep, sensual surrender that left both of us completely breathless. Hours later, the room was entirely quiet, the fire dying down into a soft, comforting red glow. I lay curled up against Nathan’s broad chest, the heavy fabric of the blanket draped over our tangled legs as his large hand slowly traced soothing circles across my bare shoulder. I looked out the high window toward the silver-root ridges glowing beneath the midnight stars. The title of the Silent Luna didn't belong to me because I was an Alpha's mate or a piece of pack property. It belonged to me because my own aw

My body went still, then annoyance surged sharply through me again. Of course she did. I had seen it already. The way Evelyn looked at me during breakfast. The hope in her expression whenever I spoke to her. It was obvious and dangerous because I could never give her what she wanted. A Luna represented strength, power, and control. The pack would never accept someone like Evelyn beside me. And deep down, I wasn’t sure I could either. Annabelle finally left the room, leaving silence behind once more. I exhaled slowly and walked toward the windows.

Quinn gasps, staring at the matte-black urn in Luna's assistant's arms. "Take it back to the estate," Luna orders calmly. Her assistant nods and leaves. "Let's get in the car before the paparazzi find us." The time for secrets is over. As the limousine glides onto the highway, Luna calmly explains the true purpose behind her marriage to Nathan and the fabricated miscarriage. By the time she finishes, her parents' faces are ghostly pale. They are not angry. They are terrified. They have no idea their sweet daughter has carried such lethal hatred for five years. She has weaponized her body, her youth, and her marriage vows for revenge.