All Chapters of The Unloved Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Author's POV The once peaceful clearing where Seraphina’s coven had begun the prophecy ritual was now filled with hostility. Seraphina stood at the altar, her fingers still glowing from the ritual’s interrupted magic. Her sharp eyes flicked over to Lydia, who now stood across the circle, her lips twisted into a dark smile, relishing in the chaos that her arrival had caused."Lydia," Seraphina said, her voice tight with barely concealed anger. "You shouldn’t be here."Lydia’s smile widened, her eyes glowing faintly with power as she sauntered forward. "Oh, Seraphina, always so righteous," she taunted. "You and your pathetic little coven thought you could control the prophecy? That you could wield the power of the amulets? You forget, this power doesn’t belong to Arianna. It belongs to someone far more deserving." She cast a sidelong glance at Andrew, who stood beside her, his gaze fixed on Arianna with a hunger that made Seraphina’s stomach churn.Seraphina's voice hardened. "You don’

Author's POV Wolves clashed, teeth bared and claws slashing. The cold wind carried the scent of blood, rage, and desperation. In the midst of the chaos, Arianna stood tall, her eyes glowing with the newfound power coursing through her veins. The amulets had awakened something ancient within her, something more powerful than she could have ever imagined. She glanced around, quickly assessing the situation. Her pack, the warriors of Winter Moon and Crystal Snow, were fighting valiantly against Andrew’s Lycan army. But she knew that Andrew was the real threat. He had to be stopped, or this would never end. Her eyes flicked to her parents, and Aron and Cherry—who were pinned beneath Andrew’s towering Lycan form. Blood dripped from Aron’s fur, his white coat stained red as he struggled beneath Andrew’s crushing weight. Cherry, limping but fierce, had already tried to help but was swatted aside by Andrew’s brutal strength. Andrew, seeing Arianna standing, snarled. "You think your newfo

Author's POV Arianna stood by the window of her room, staring out at the moonlit landscape, her mind wandering as the cool breeze touched her skin.The sound of the door opening behind her pulled her from her thoughts. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Xavier’s presence was something she could feel deep within her, a constant warmth that was always there, whether he was physically near or not. "You’re still awake," Xavier’s voice came softly from behind her, his tone filled with quiet affection. Arianna smiled softly, turning her head to look at him. He had already changed into a pair of comfortable pants and a simple shirt, his dark hair slightly tousled, as if he had just run his fingers through it. He looked relaxed, but she could still see the faint lines of concern on his face."I couldn’t sleep," she admitted, her voice gentle. "There’s too much in my head."Xavier crossed the room, coming to stand beside her. He glanced out of the window, his eyes following her gaz

The Winter Moon Packhouse buzzed with excitement and energy, filled with the anticipation of a grand celebration. The air was crisp, and the night sky was speckled with stars, as if the universe itself had decided to join the festivities. Tonight was special—tonight, the pack was celebrating Arianna's newfound powers and the strength she now carried as the fulfillment of the prophecy.Arianna stood in front of the mirror in her room, adjusting the silver dress Seraphina had insisted she wear. It hugged her figure perfectly, shimmering in the light as if it had been woven from the moon itself. She ran her hands over the fabric nervously, feeling both excitement and anxiety bubble inside her.“You look breathtaking,” Xavier’s voice came from behind her, deep and warm, as he stepped into the room.Arianna turned to face him, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of him in a perfectly tailored suit. His eyes gleamed with admiration as they roamed over her. She smiled softly, feeling the

Daniella paced the length of her bedroom in the Lunar Packhouse, her fingers trembling as she clutched the letter that had just arrived. Her heart raced, thudding painfully in her chest as she read the words again, as if somehow, they would change.'Raymond is dead.'The words echoed in her mind, louder and louder until it felt like they were shouting at her from all corners of the room. Her breath hitched, and her knees buckled. The letter fluttered to the ground as she grabbed the edge of the nearby table to steady herself. "No… no, this can’t be true!" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper as tears streamed down her face.Everything in her world, everything she had built her life around—Raymond—was gone. How could this be happening? How could he be dead?Her mind raced back to the last conversation they’d had before he sent her to the Lunar Pack, her father’s pack, for safety. She had argued with him, not wanting to leave his side. But Raymond, as always, had been firm, telling h