Trixie Lulamoon Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ophelia is beginning to cry, flooding gems her porcelain cheeks. "Why, Liam?" she asks, throwing herself onto me. With painstakingly covered-up disdain, I plucked her off of me and returned her with most of them. "Because..." I focus on the sky, colored with dull purple tints. There, concealed in the shadows of the evening, is an ideal full moon, sparkling like the sun. It is so gorgeous, making me attempt to recall the last time we had such a breathtaking moon. How could Felix need to pass up a superb night like this?

“Someone’s grumpy.” “I’m frustrated,” Trixie fires back. “And before you ask—no, it’s not that time of the month. It’s the ‘I-just-want-to-find-my-mate-before-I-burst’ time.” Parker gives her a sideways glance. “That a medical diagnosis now?” Trixie glares at him. “Don’t tease me, Parker. I’m serious.” She pushes up from her chair with a huff. “My birthday is in two weeks —August 21. I’m throwing a party. I expect presents. Sparkly ones. And maybe—maybe—if the Moon Goddess doesn’t hate me, I’ll find my mate.”

A large window at one end of the room bathed everything in the soft, golden light of the setting sun, while ornate chandeliers hung overhead. Mara, Alpha Jake, Troy, Jay, Elizabeth, Jasmine and Elvie sat around the polished wooden table. Their expressions were a mixture of confusion and concern. Mara, the future Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, was known for her strong and confident demeanor. Still, on this occasion, her brow furrowed as she gazed at Elvie, who appeared distant and vacant.

I pulled him away from the spot he was rooted to, I wanted him to continue the dance. "No. The Luna of the Pack is a crazy being, crazily powerful. She is the only one you will need to face and I trust that you will not allow her to sabotage the mission. I trust you." As he concluded his words, he walked me back to the thrones and we took our seats. "You don't have to worry about anything else, I will deliver Crescent Moon Pack to you," I said teasingly and touched his nose tip as a smirk crossed his face.

Azalea's POV Every full moon night, something strange happens. I don't know exactly what happened last night. But as I washed my hair in the sink this morning, I could vividly recall my dream last night, when I "wolfed-out" and ran through the streets of Brooklyn. The moonlight illuminated my path, made everything enveloped in silver light, and I was completely happy. I haven't been that happy in a long time. The thing is, I'm not a wolf. I'm an ordinary human... right? And werewolves don't exist... right?

I screamed, begging for Brax to take away my pain. Brax's eyes filled with worry as he studied me as he tried to think of a way to help me. Slowly picking me up, he started towards the door. "Where are you taking her?" my mum asked. "It's a full moon. The moonlight will help take away some of the pain", Brax answered as he rushed me out of the room and into the backyard. He laid me down on the grass, letting the moonlight shine down on me as he held my hand tightly.

× Dixie × I smile. Trix leans forward. “I get that. But you don’t have to give up your dreams just because things got complicated. You’re stronger than you think, and honestly? If anyone can juggle being Luna and killing it in the fashion world, it’s you.” I look down, chewing on the inside of my cheek again. “You really think so?” He smiles slightly, nodding. “Yeah. I do.” For a moment, I don’t know what to say.

And now also a bomb-ass mother. Tri-Moon is still healing. There is a lot of pain to unpack and loss to work through. It's been a huge few years for the once ‘secret’ pack. They are now the head of Were-kind, home to the leaders of an entire species, and the ground zero of the Moon Goddess’ prophecy. Tri-Moon is a celebrity in its own right. I rocked myself on the porch swing as I recounted all my favourite memories. Some bad, some good, but all of them are mine.

"Hey wait up” I yell at my best friend Annabelle Haul. She’s a tall 5’9” beauty. She has long red hair that stops just below her bottom. She perfect in every way and she isn’t afraid to show anyone what they get when they mess with her or me for that matter. Who am I?!? My name is Tiffany Tow I’m the daughter to Calvin Tow the bata of Blue Moon Pack. I’m an omega or at least that’s what my wolf and I want everyone to think. You see I’m a very special she-wolf but we will get to that later.

Christian raises his nose into the air and a second later the sound of his howl fills the night, cuts through the night sounds and echo's over the snow. I sit up, my heart beating with want to add my over voice. I raise my nose and howl at the starry sky, adding my voice into the night. Mikki's howl rises into the night, dragging out in a sorrowful tone. Tori's howl arises into the night, high and loud and soon Ash and Ally were singing alone. I lower my nose to breath and spot Carson making her way outside, smiling as she hears us croon into the shadow world. I raise my nose again, unable to stop myself if I wanted too. The need to howl burns through me, only dowsed when I am crying to the