Violet At Lunaris Novels & Stories

************* The sun reflected in my eyes and I was forced to wide it open. “Good morning”. My eyes were greeted with a young girl who was approaching me from the window. She’s average in height and has this rare green eyes that made her look beautiful. Her scent alone were extraordinary. Her long red hair were braided and sided on her left shoulder. She was putting on a blue short pants and a shoulder length white top that revealed so much flesh on her stomach. She looks sixteen by staring at her look. “Are you done staring at me?”. She asked and it sounded irritated.

“Would you rather be eating eggs benedict right now? Would you rather allow lower ranked werewolves to be saying nasty things about you?” “Well… No, but… It’s embarrassing,” I replied. “Olivia,” he said, his blue-green eyes suddenly meeting mine, “you shouldn't feel embarrassed. You’re the Luna. Have some dignity for yourself and don’t allow people to walk all over you.” “But she's not completely wrong, Nathan,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. “I'm…” I paused, glancing around, then lowered my voice even further. “I’m not a real Luna.”

My beta persuaded me through the mindlink. “You can't hurt the true Luna!. I have the Luna mark on me!!”. Her words halted my steps abruptly,I never checked if Arla had a True Luna's mark. If she has it then she wasn't lieing,but the lines I'm smelling was what kept my curiosity level too high. “Arla?. You have the true mark?”. I asked wig my hands balled into a fist. Elvis scampered to his feet, coughing and sneezing profusely.

Instead of a bar, Luna Elaine had a mini library with two reclining lounge chairs with side tables and a round center table. The former Luna loves reading. She has a collection of historical books on everything supernatural and other genres, too. She also has a mysterious shelf of unmarked books no one dared touch. They were the only ones kept inside a sliding glass enclosure with locks. It always piqued my interest, but I had to respect the rules of the house. The former Alpha and Luna busied themselves traveling abroad after successfully handing the pack over to Nathan at age 22. But they make sure to return every year for the celebration of the Summer solstice.

“On that day, I’ll hold the General Alpha meeting. I’ll announce my new Luna, and everything will finally be over.” Romano’s lips twisted. “Lord Darius, how is the thing coming along?” Darius lifted his gaze, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Still under production. It will be finished before the full moon. Even Caius won’t be able to withstand it.” He raised his glass in a toast, his eyes glinting. “You keep an eye on her,” Darius added after a sip. “Make sure everything goes as planned.” Romano smirked. “She trusts me. Everything is moving smoothly.” His eyes flashed with a wicked gleam.

"This wasn't our initial plan. We need a Luna who would be strong enough to give you an heir and look after you. Each day that passes, your lifeline reduces.” “She was meant to be used for a ritual to cleanse you, right? What happened?” Vee asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why didn't you use your mate for rituals, huh? That's none of your business; just stay in your lane. The last time I remember, you all were in charge of my pack and not my private life." “A quick note to you all. Violet is from a royal blood; her father is the late Alpha of the Moonlight Kingdom. Before her mom remarried Damien, who took over the pack. She is of royal blood.”

To breathe it in as if it could protect us from what still loomed on the horizon. “Octavia,” Violet’s voice called warmly over the hum of the gathering. I turned to see her walking with a gorgeous woman. Her chocolate-brown hair framed a face both striking and fragile, her caramel eyes full of wonder as she looked around at everything. Shimmers clung to her alabaster skin, denoting her Light Fae heritage. “I wanted to introduce you to Deira,” Violet said, her voice proud. “Deira, this is Luna Octavia.”

Not Aurora, someone far, far worse. Violet emerges from behind the plants and walks up to the counter. She blows out a bubble from her pink bubblegum, letting it pop right in front of Ivan's face. His jaw clenches but only a fool would call out Violet. "What do we have here?" she muses, eyeing the two of us as if she didn't just overhear everything being said. Her aura isn't as potent as Aurora's, her mates' or Logan's for that matter but it doesn't stop either of us from bending our necks towards her under her scrutinizing gaze.

Nora whispered. He still didn’t respond. I felt something flicker in my eyes as I took in the scene, then I leaned down slightly toward Violet, my lips brushing near her ear. “Does this make you happy, princess?” I asked quietly, my voice low. I looked at her face as she turned to me. Her eyes were sparkling, bright with a delighted, dangerous light, and the corner of her lips curled upward as she watched them all unravel. She looked like a cat that had finally caught its prey, not rushing to kill it, just watching it struggle, savoring every second, knowing there was no escape. The sight of that expression stirred something dark in my chest, I was both turned on and amused.

Why would he be afraid? My vision blurred, but through the haze, I saw him. Zayn rushed toward me, his mask slipping from his face. His eyes—usually cold and hard—were filled with something unfamiliar: horror. "Darling, what have you done?" His voice cracked as he knelt beside me, pulling me into his arms. I didn’t understand. His sister, Seleira, had been poisoned, and I was accused of the crime. Why should he care? But as his arms wrapped around me, lifting my body with care, my heart raced with confusion.