Nala Rey の小説・ストーリー

I could tell by the numbers that their jaws dropped that they were surprised to see me. When we reached the front of the aisle where we were to stand and welcome the other royals, I whispered to Valerian, “Why are they all looking at me weirdly?” “Don’t mind the stares, this is your first ball, remember? They’re probably surprised at seeing an Alvannian princess that isn’t Regina or the twins,” Valerian explained.

The questions swirled in my mind, a cascade of uncertainty. Vance, still holding me, observed the internal struggle etched across my face. "It's okay," he reassured, sensing the turmoil within. "We'll figure this out together, no matter who you are." As I gazed at the mirror, the truth echoed within me—I was Nadia, reborn with memories that transcended a single lifetime. "No we would not," I stayed as I looked at him. "We would not because I am not Iris. I am not your mate"

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Roy said to Maya as he looked at him with blank eyes. " Come In this jar and come out of here, with me, " She said as he turned himself into the fog before taking the shape of the tornado; maya was sacred for a second but then she knew this was her Roy, he can never hurt her. He got himself in the jar; ' Move ' the words formed on the surface of the jar; Maya balanced her trembling self as she sneaked out of the campus, entering the house she went straight to the bedroom to check if Ash was awake by any chance but he was not.

"I wouldn't change anything either, my life has been worth living since you appeared in it, my beautiful Luna Queen, my mate, I love you Georgina my Fearless Luna." "I love you my mate , my Alpha King." END

I placed my hands on his temples again, and welcomed the vision into mine. I saw a woman, Clay’s mother. She was bitten by a vampire. She did not say a word about it, because had she did so, our father would have hunted that vampire . And then, there was the full moon, two babies. I have seen two babies, one boy and one girl. But Clay’s mother was only carrying a single child. The full moon and two babies and then a powerful voice echoing: ‘Two children of the chosen wolves. Destined to be one. The female Luna will be the most powerful of all wolves, her powers will be unparalleled, her domains will be one. She must be protected or else, her powers will be lost and all wolves will pay the co

Nala sings with Raymond's use of the name. Nala's furrowed eyebrows further pressed against Raymond's chest, so as not to go any closer. "What do you mean fate?" "Nala asked Ray to come, then Ray's here." Nala sees the earnestness inside Raymond's different eyeballs that start to water. But Nala doesn't understand when she asks Raymond to come, she doesn't even know Raymond. "It hurts, Nala." Knowing Raymond won't hurt herself, Nala releases her pressure and retreats a few steps. Nala why her heart and mind are so sure that Raymond is not a bad person.

With every strike, the floor rumbled faintly, the balance of earth answering her call, steadying the battlefield so her sisters wouldn’t falter. Nalia was dawn itself — wild, radiant, unstoppable. Her flames weren’t just heat, but light, burning so bright the creatures shrieked and hissed when they came too close. Her hair whipped around her, fire-threaded, her fury scorching away the dark as though she carried the sunrise in her very skin.

Because the woman beneath it had my eyes. My hair. My face. But older. Regal. Cold as the frost she commanded. “I am Nyra,” she said. “The first-born Luna. Not a memory. Not a vision. Flesh and fury.” Kael whispered behind me, barely conscious. “She’s not supposed to be alive…” Nyra knelt beside him. “I died once,” she said softly. “But Lunas don’t stay buried. Not when the world calls for balance.” I stepped between them. “What do you want?”

Evander’s POV "You cannot do this to me!" Nalani screeches, her no longer tearful eyes blown wide. "I am the Luna of this pack and I will not be treated like some sort of common criminal." She lifts her chin – regal, arrogant, stunningly beautiful – and the image that immediately comes to my mind is a coral snake. So colorful. So deadly. "No one is treating you like a criminal," I say as patiently as possible. "But your refusal to comply is suspicious."