Lunabelle: A Narrative Fiction

The woman’s eyes widen slightly, but that is all the reaction she shows. She is no naïve little girl; she has seen firsthand the ugliness that the world is capable of. “He was a bad man, your father.”

Tom’s lower lip trembled. “It’s my fault,” he whispered, his eyes shiny with tears. “I was so young, and I didn't know how to stop...” His voice trailed off, his shame rendering his speechless. How could he explain the fear and confusion he’d felt the first time his brother had stroked

“Thank you, I just know that she’s not doing well and I don’t know if this surgery will go well”

Description The blood moon is a fateful night for all Werewolves, a child born on that night is sentenced for death, but through a twist of fate she is sparred, but her family is not. No one knows what happens if the blood moon child is allowed to grow, yet fate

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her. Willow didn’t bother to knock on the

Themis did not move. None of the dead would move, for they all frolicked in the next world, happy and full of peace while Audra remained behind and suffered with her grief. Jerking herself upright, she tore at her bun until she held handfuls of red

Luna Christopher mumbles incoherent profanities under her breath, sinking into the edge of her torn motel bed. She stares blankly at the moldy flooring underneath her, salty tears flooding her eye sockets. A single tear gradually lands on her slightly tattered converses as Luna remineses about the reason why she had to

“…dragged from the house on his knees. His face was bloody and when he tried to speak he cried with pain.”

Holding vigil, Tabitha sat at his bedside talking to him, as he lay there unresponsive. Despite there being no chance of improving his current state, she remained resolute. She owed him that much, especially after readily accepting his death without the benefit of a body for confirmation after the flood.

It was almost midnight when he tossed a log on the fire and excused himself to turn in. Lauren made herself comfortable on the cot, but she was afraid to sleep. The tears flowed then, a sad sense of loss and frustration.

Lydia lowered her head, sighing heavily. First they were enemies and then they were comrades… Either Orion’s desperate to find another comrade, even if they tried to kill him, or he’s quick to forgive and forget. Either way, Lydia didn’t like it one

Theo shook his head, casting his eyes downwards. “Get your hands off him,” Carly yelled. She’d heard enough to make her ears bleed. Her tears were running full force down her chin, soaking her shirt. “He’s done what you told him to. You have no right.”

With the classic top-down, the kids are joking, passing the marijuana joints around and drowning their senses with beer, completely unconcerned that everyone can see them. To the people passing, it looks like a bunch of delinquent high school kids on drugs out looking for trouble. None of them the

“Beat me!” he heard her cry. “Throw me down and beat me, you dirty little coward!”

“ I didn't do this. Did I do this? How could I have done this? I loved her. I loved her. I swear I loved her!” he said desperately as he covered his eyes with blood-stained hands. His shoulders shook as he sobbed silently.