Urban Legend Of La Llorona Novels & Stories

I smiled. *** We remained in my grandma’s house. Since Luna worked as a photographer, she didn’t bother about being far away from her workplace. Most of her clients happened to be online customers. Whenever Luna goes on research trips, discovering new places, and capturing the most exquisite sights, she normally posts them online for her clients. She attended lots of weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, and other occasions to capture their moments. But I discovered something. Since the incident with Miguel, Luna became withdrawn, she was always moody. Whenever I ask what the problem was, she would blame it on stress. From her reactions, I learned she was scared. Luna who practically fears not

The Blackwood Pack became untouchable—my reputation forged in violence, my power uncontested. Seven years later, the world fears me. Some say I’ve been cursed by the moon goddess and denied a mate because of the blood on my hands. Others whisper that I’m too monstrous, too scarred for a mate. Devon feeds those rumors—fear and mystery, the perfect combination to control. Pulling up to the service entrance of the casino, I spot Angela. She’s leaning against the doorframe, tablet in hand, a sly grin tugging at her lips. “You don’t age, do you?” she quips, that familiar teasing lilt in her voice.

Lunar had forsaken me, she did not heed my prayer request when I was dying to save my life and now she was turning a deaf ear to my request once more. I had heard the stories of the evil spirits and demons that appeared along the River Lana to tempt souls with unfinished business, there was no doubt in my mind that this Xercer was one of them. But I did not care, if Lunar wouldn’t answer me, I would take the help of anyone who would, I needed to get back, Alpha Lucas could not be allowed to get away with what he did to me, no, I had to make him pay! “I will grant you your wish to return and also I will grant you the power to fulfill your heart's desire!” the thin windy voice said.

My tone made it clear I wasn’t in the mood for small talk. “The stocks have been—” he began, but I cut him off. “Not the company. The investigation.” My voice sharpened, dangerous. He swallowed, then nodded, adjusting. “Recently, the city’s been buzzing with werewolf hunters. They’re everywhere, all of them searching for you and the Luna. It’s dangerous for you to be here right now.” I said nothing, just stared at him, urging him to continue. “But I haven’t been able to track their hideouts,” Ardan admitted. “They’ve gone more discreet after the ball party incident.” He paused, glancing at me. “But… there’s something odd.”

‘Two wrongs don’t make a right But three wrongs may end the fight Honor is earned but blood is not Murder, death, and destruction do not always lead to rot Only the smallest and weakest will see A curse is not always what it appears to be A girl born on the night when the sun blocks the moon She will deny her silver spoon She will spill the gift of life Before she even knows wrong from right And even when she bravely fought Her attempts could all be for naught For she will die too soon And end the tales sung by her futile tune In trade, her crimes will bring a new life At the cost of everything touched by pale moonlight Without a bond, she will still be bound Her first victim’s is the heart

Nyssara raised her muzzle in a last effort, but Luara felt the transition calling, not because of the natural ritual, but because of the raw exhaustion that was taking away the wolf's control. The change came abruptly, the crack of bones rearranging themselves into a human body with deeper pain than normal. Luara fell to her knees on the shoulder of the road, air entering her lungs like blades, her skin feverish, her body disoriented. Her hands touched the cold ground, and it took her a few seconds to convince her legs to support her. A few steps away, the car was waiting for her, but she had to crawl until she could rest her hand on the rearview mirror. The cold metal met her trembling palm

“We have a problem, Beta Jason. Our daughters are seeing ghosts. We want to know why. I thought we already defeated the rogue king, why are we seeing ghosts?” “I told you, Marge!” The first woman spat, “It’s the girl, the so-called Luna. She brought all of these plagues into our land.” “Shush, Branna!” The second mother said, looking very anxious, but her friend wouldn’t be quiet. “Why should I? I’m merely voicing what the rest of the pack is too scared to say. But of course, we are all thinking about it!” “I’m not thinking in such a way along with you! I just want a solution to my daughter seeing ghosts.” The second mother said and returned her gaze toward me, “Please.”

Laura wanted to protest, but the paradise vanished as she was plunged back into darkness. ******* Laura opened her eyes again, yet she was not where she expected to be. Perhaps, she was dreaming of lying in the grass of a strange forest. Her chest pulsed with pain as she struggled to sit up. Something wet and sticky drew her gaze. It was hard to tell, but the pearly sheen of the berries’ skins made her certain. They were sunberries, one of the deadliest poisons known to werewolves. She threw them away, smearing what she couldn’t shake away on the grass and rolling away.

“You should never have been born.” The words struck her like a blade. Luna stumbled back, her breath trembling. “No… no, that’s not true.” Kai stepped in angrily. “Get away, whatever you are!” Rowan grasped Luna’s arms. “Ignore it. These visions are meant to shatter you.” But the river was relentless. More images surfaced—her mother silently weeping on a dark night, cradling a small bundle. Her father pacing in anguish. A pack elder murmuring, She’s doomed… she’ll only bring sorrow…

Instead it’s the ugliest little monkey, covered in fur, with sharp little teeth, beady eyes, and curled, clawed fingers. Anton and I both stare at the mermaid for a long, long moment before we burst into laughter. “See!?” Laila says, laughing just as hard as we were. “Mermaids in my world are like – pests! They’re horrible! They’re called ‘maids’ ironically because they’re the opposite – they’re the worst – they tear apart our nets and steal our fish! And then climb into the trees and eat the fish and drop the skin and scales on people walking beneath!”