Yuki Yuna Is A Hero Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her mind desired to scream, but her mouth prohibited it. Balto pummeled her ankle. “Stand up!” Desdemona's mouth couldn’t hold it anymore and a screech fled her mouth. “Ah!” “Her noise is disturbing. Shut her up!” Ailee complained. Just like others, Ailee loathed Desdemona. But her hatred for her was worse. Ailee was the Pack Luna, and despite her tight schedule, she found time to torment Desdemona. No one knew the reason behind it, but they believed it was supposed to be so. Who wouldn’t despise her lover’s foretold death?

for later. ​But he had told me not to. ​I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The stone floor was ice-cold against my bare feet, the shock of it shooting up my legs. ​I stood, swaying, my hand gripping the bedpost for support. ​My name was Yara. I was a freak. I was a liar. I was a... Luna. ​And I would not be a good, quiet, obedient thing. ​I let go of the bedpost. I took one, painful step. Then another.

But right now, the caption read, "Elena Nightbloom consorts with a Rogue. A defiled werewolf is unfit to be Luna Queen!" The thousands of werewolves in the audience instantly fell deathly silent before suddenly erupting into deafening roars. "Traitor!" "Shameless she-wolf!" "Such filth doesn't deserve to be our Luna Queen!" Lucas, dressed in the Alpha King's robes, looked down at me from his elevated position. "Everyone, while Elena Nightbloom is my fated mate, I cannot accept a tainted she-wolf as the Luna Queen. "For the honor of the Silvermoon Kingdom, I officially declare that I reject the bond with Elena Nightbloom and strip her of all titles!"

Lunaria’s breath caught. “Why help me?” she asked. Nyra’s gaze sharpened. “Because if the Moon is choosing again, I want to stand on the right side of history.” Lunaria nodded slowly. “Thank you.” Nyra turned to leave, then paused. “One more thing.” “Yes?” “The Alpha who rejected you?” Nyra said coolly. “He’ll come. Not yet—but he will.” Lunaria looked toward the western horizon, her expression unreadable. “Let him,” she said softly.

Abi's determination to keep Jacob for herself had reached a dangerous peak. Her obsession with becoming the Luna, the mate of the Alpha, had clouded her judgment and consumed her every waking thought. She refused to accept the reality that Jacob and Mia were fated mates, and her fierce determination led her down a treacherous path.

“Go ahead, Oliver.” I stood up and looked at Soma and then the Council. “Well firstly I want to stress to everyone here including the Lycan King, she is my Moon Goddess chosen mate and I feel she belongs next to me, she’s already been accepted into the pack, and taking away their Luna will make things worse for a lot of people there,” he said clearing his throat. “We haven't had much time to get to know each other due to Soma not knowing anything about herself or our world.” “And you think she needs to learn your ways? What about our ways?” The Lycan King spoke up, which was something I wasn't ready for but it didn’t matter.

Rachel's POV I stopped mid run and stared at Joyce. She looked up and met my eyes. I swear I saw her swollen red lips silently word out 'help me'. Behind her, casually stepping through the grass, as if it was a normal day, was three rogues in their wolf form.

“Fuck man, you, even if I’m that fucking Creator! I won’t try humiliating myself wearing that sheepish clothes!” “Of course, you can! You acted like a fucking innocent guy so no one would think and doubt you!” “What? The fuck with your reasoning dude? You’re nuts!” “What’s you’re reasoning then? Fucking bastard!” “You’re fucking out of your mind! I joined the 100 arc Hell Mode event to get here and now you’re fucking accusing me? What the fuck is wrong with you man? Do I look like I’ll show up here out of nowhere being that fucking Creator just to fool you guys?” Yenn screamed at him angrily catching his breath.

Noah heard the shower start a moment later. He pulled out a pair of sweatpants and an old t shirt from his dresser, setting them on the bed. Then he grabbed his own clothes and quickly got dressed. His phone buzzed with messages from his father, but he ignored them. He needed time to think. To figure out what the hell was going on. Yuna was a kitsune. The creature his family had hunted to extinction. The enemy he was raised to kill on sight. And she was his mate. The bathroom door opened, and Yuna stepped out wearing his clothes. They were far too big on her, the sleeves hanging past her hands, the pants pooling around her feet. She looked small and vulnerable.