The Rise Of The Ugly Luna Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Before he’s gone and out the door. I know the Luna is now where my mate just was. I’m so tired and I know I’m safe. With her calming aura I fall asleep quickly. I don’t know how long I have been asleep but I want to sit up. I’m hungry and need to pee. I slowly open my eyes but quickly shut them. The light is extremely bright. I groan and realize that it got a little darker. I open my eyes slowly again and look to my right. The Luna is sitting there eyes wide with tears running down her face. She’s beautiful with brunette hair and baby blue eyes. I feel the love pouring from her and I smile at her. “ You must have a million questions but first do you need the restroom? And you can call me Cla

“What you’re proposing is romantic. Reckless. Sentimental. And politically disastrous.” “You came all this way to insult our future wife?” Kael raised his brows. “No,” She lifted a brow. “I came to offer you a better one.” I laughed, short and sharp. “You’ve got some nerve.” “Confidence,” she corrected. “I’m offering myself. As Luna of Moonfall. To both of you.” I turned from the window, cigarette forgotten. “You’re serious.” “Entirely.” Kael’s eyes narrowed. “You’d marry both of us.”

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.

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.

Why has she become so weak and ill? She used to be healthy, full of energy and hailed as the most beautiful Luna in the entire East District, the envy of women far and wide. She earned everyone's respect despite the fact she was wolfless. But things took a wrong turn six months ago when she and the other Luna went for a fun hunt in the forest, and she was bitten by an insect of unknown origin. When the hunt was over, she had a high fever for one week, got itchy rashes all over her body and her health deteriorated from that moment onward. No amount of medicine can cure her, which deeply baffles her and her husband, Alpha Bruce.

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

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.

But it has always been predicted that one day, the true Luna will return, as powerful as the very first one, and there will be a major war. It’s weird to think about it, taking all of it in. It seems totally surreal. Me, the once broken girl, has risen to the apparently most powerful werewolf since the very first family. The three witches have taken a lot of time to talk to me about the things coming, trying to prepare me.

"How many more problems are we going to have? Just spoke!" Luna has always had a haughty and contemptuous attitude towards those she considers inferior. She mistreats those around her, no matter who it is. Her obsession with becoming the Moon of the Cursed Alpha ever since she saw him once in the forest has become her primary goal in life. She is determined to achieve that status and will do whatever she can to achieve it, no matter the cost or suffering it may inflict on others.