Hi, I'm Luna, I can see ghosts.
Sorry to be blunt, but there's no other way to say it. While it may seem crazy, it's true. Oh, and not only that, I can talk to them, and actually feel how they died. Yeah. It's as fun as it sounds. And I've seen ghosts for years, so I've had to endure years of this.
Seeing ghosts can be both a blessing and a curse. More of a curse. I hate feeling the way ghosts felt when they died. It's painful, though one of my friends, Helen, who is a ghost, is teaching me to block it out, and my friends are ghosts, so I can't complain too much. It is a blessing since I do have two people--even if they are dead--I can always talk to and depend on to look out for me. So there's a blessing, though there are curses.
I've been seeing more ghosts since my mom and I moved, and there's this one ghost that seems to be torturing someone from school. I can tell it's seriously harming him, and I want to do something, though do I really want to get involved in someone else's problem? Okay, I can't sit by and watch the guy get tortured, but where do I even begin?
**Some parts throughout the Luna's Ghost's series intertwine with the series I wrote before, the Moonblood Clan, and there will be characters making an appearance.
Book 4 of The Awakening Series
The malicious vampire king. My Paramour.
Over a century ago, I had a vision of him sleeping with my sister during the same exact day that we met and that alone blew every opportunity which we would have ever had. Yet, even when the day came. I was crushed. There was no way I could have prepared myself. You see, visions, while seemingly set in stone, are not immutable truths; they are glimpses of potential outcomes shaped by the choices we make.
They serve as warnings or guides, highlighting the paths we might take but are subject to the influence of free will.
I hoped against hope that he would defy the vision and choose a path different from the one foretold.
I prayed fervently to my creator that he would see beyond the illusions of fate and recognize the bond we could share. Yet, when our eyes finally met, the cold indifference in his gaze shattered my hopes, while my sister's wicked smile only deepened the betrayal.
Years later, the fool decides to host a bullshit love game show to make fun of his journey to find his beloved as if he didn't once look right past me.
At this point, he was practically begging for a vindictive curse, and I was more than willing to oblige, ready to remind him that fate was not a game to be trifled with and that the consequences of his folly would be dire and that's exactly what I came to do.
So, imagine my surprise when I arrived in his kingdom to curse the rest of his useless existence for this fool to turn around and declare that I'm his beloved on national television in front of the entire world, proclaiming that it's fate.
Ha! I guess it is. He's fatally fucked.