Luna by Bella Swan (early readers txt) 📖

To my grandmother Andrea Elina Avila
The one who took the time to teach me how to read and
Write. Without you this book would never be possible…
Thank you.


“Not all scars show
Not all wounds heal, sometimes you can’t
Always see
The pain someone feels.”


‘Pure white, pure silver gray, this is my essence. A pure white soul with a tainted outline that is my mystery.’


Back then…


“Look at him! He’s useless, just an unworthy human.” He hissed. “What do you see in this, this thing! He can’t even protect you. I could blow his brains out right now, and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.” He raised his hand, his fingers prickling with friction. You could see the fire running through his veins, his face completely red. He could have killed him at any minute. The slightest move and it would have been over for him. His raspy, inhuman voice was filled with anger and hate, and nothing else. I thought for a moment I could see the slightest bit of insecurity in his eyes, but the thought was quickly brushed away by the stench of his rage, he was ruthless, careless, and hateful. And I found myself asking the same question I’d asked many different times before, how could I ever love such a monstrous creature.

I grabbed his arm as he was about to attack, and immediately jerked my hand back as it stung from the heat. “Don’t!” I pleaded.
He turned to face me “are you protecting this, human! This thing?!” there was so much disgust in his voice. “You could rule with me! You could be the queen of the underworld, Rule the desperate souls of the ones that you now chose to co-exist with.” His eyes begged for me to accompany him but his words were harsh. “Yet you choose this meaningless life. You’ve grown soft. Come with me, rule with me, be my queen.” He extended his hand out to me, or what passed for a hand in a demon, his face still filled with rage, and his eyes with malice.

I stared at him with tears in my eyes. His offer while tempting was dangerous. He was right, ruling with him would give me a power unlike any other, but forbidden at that. This choice was hard to make, but it wasn’t much of one. It was either I sacrifice my family for my own good, or I sacrifice them for my own protection. I’d made my choice years ago, I swore I would never fall into his trap again, one mistake in our lives is enough to last, this one… this one would haunt me forever and that proved true, as he would not give up. “Anything to rule your soul yet again my queen.” He had said, “Anything.” his draw on me was incredible.
“You will not intimidate me. You leave my family alone, and if you so much as think you will dare to hurt them-- I said my voice quivering and my eyes flooding with tears. He interrupted me.

“Family? Ha! Pretty soon you won’t have a “family” so long as you choose to be with these humans, I could kill you as well.” He said the word with such disgust humans. He came closer, his vicious eyes now visible in the moonlight. “You’re weak, you’ve always been weak.”
“You’re freedom for his life. If you come with me now, ill spare his meaningless, life.” He said brushing it off as if his life were nothing of importance.
“What if don’t? Huh? What happens then, what will you dare do to me? Will you kill me? Torture me? You don’t have the power, hell you don’t have the balls.” I spat out the words with the tears now reaching my cheeks, and a sarcastic smile. I was scared but I couldn’t let him have that kind of power over me. I had to show him I wasn’t backing down.

“If you don’t,” He paused, as if he were actually considering what he would do to me.
“Admit it, you can’t hurt me. You have absolutely no power over me, none whatsoever.” I hissed, hoping that would stop him in his quest to rule me again, to entrap me as he had done once before. His eyes were red with fury, but his smile was inviting, yet dreadful, and morbid. He wanted it to die, more than anything he didn’t want this child to come into the world, but he would sacrifice that desire at the thought of having me under his control. He didn’t want me, more my power, what our abilities combined could do, that was what he had come for.
“Enough! I will not let one ridiculous mistake trap me.”

He leaned in closer, and grabbed my throat closing his rough fingers around my sleek throat. “You have no choice. You can save him of course, but the question is, will you?” He stared into my eyes, and I saw the fury but also the joy, he was getting off from the pain he inflicted in me.
“Come on,” He whispered to me as I whimpered in his arms. “ your only other option is your mother. And she doesn’t want you anymore than she did twenty years ago when she gave you to me.”
“That’s a lie!” my voice quivering as the tears raced down to my cheeks faster each time, I tried to say more but my voice caught as his grip tightened getting closer and closer to cutting off my breath.
“My mother loved me! It was you who took me from her. You robbed me of my life.” I said when he finally released me, unable to keep my words clear of the rasp and cough that my throat inevitably let go of.

“Oh really? Than how come she hasn’t come back to save you, to take back her supposed beloved daughter. The one she loved so much? Huh? Why is that?” I grabbed my throat as he spoke trying to soothe pain.
I could try to speak again but couldn’t I was silenced, but not by the pain but by his words. He was right. She could have come back for me. She could have saved me. But she didn’t. He stepped back into the shadows that seemed to swallow him whole as he moved in closer and closer.

“So, come with me?” He said, as the shadows seeped from deep inside him and came for me, the allure was too much, the power they had over me was too strong. I was swallowed whole as he was, filled deep inside, deep enough to cover my soul with them, and engaging in the deceit that was their lives, or more appropriately put their death. And with the undistinguishing thoughts that they brought to my mind I was back home, my real home, a home of dreadful misery and hate, but indeed my home.


Chapter One-Luna

I turned the knob, and the door lashed open, smashing against the wall without any of my intention. The room was dark, and all I could hear was rustling, fabric against fabric. Someone was snooping around in my closet. I flicked the light on and examined the room, walking inside and disregarding the noises. “Hello?”

‘She could be here to kill you. Be careful child.’
I felt a breeze blow into the room and I froze. The lights flicked off, and I heard an unusually familiar voice come from behind me. “Sorry, but if you don’t mind I prefer the dark, light and I, just don’t mix.” I reached down for my knife still encased in my leather boots, but she was too quick, she grabbed my wrist before I could even reach the silhouette of my navy blue skirt.

I heard her laugh, her hot breath trickling down my neck. She ran his fingers through my hair. “Just like her. The spitting image of--”
“What are you doing here?” I said shaking as she walked around me. I could feel her eyes on me, examining me, moving in closer, ready to slit my throat at any moment. She was an assassin no less, I could smell it on her, the scent of death, it was awful. And more than that her aura was horror, pure and grim, as sick and twisted as any aura could be.
“Don’t interrupt me!” she snapped, losing the grip on my wrist only to take my throat in her cold hands, enclosing her wicked fingers around it like a snake, slithering its way into the moist earth. “Now.” She paused momentarily still staring into my eyes—my soul—with her ice cold blue eyes. “I have a message.” She said as I struggled against her grip on me.

“Who are you?” I asked, in a hissed whisper.
“Not important. I’m not here for formalities; I’m here to give you a message and leave.”
“What message?”
“Shut it.” She said tightening her grip, “Didn’t I tell you not to interrupt me?” I felt a cold Blade pressed against my neck, and heard myself let out a later regretted scared whimper. She had stolen my blade.
‘How refreshing, an assassin without a weapon. Oh come on you can take her.’
“Look, I don’t have to be here, I’m trying to help you, so just shut your trap, and let me talk. You got that?” She said halfway through her teeth.
I was sweating nervously and unable to speak I nodded, and kept quiet. She finally let go of my neck, but not before shoving me to the ground at her feet. I rubbed the red marks I knew she had left there, and spoke up to her in a cracking voice, “Yes of course you’re trying to help, I’m sorry I didn’t think about that when you were stealing my blade and choking me to death!”
She bent down, smiled a devious smile and chuckled softly. Yet as fast as the smile had come it had turned into growl, she shook he head and said “Disgusting.” and smacked me. I touched a hand to where she had hit me and my breathing quickened and got heavier, I made myself turn and meet her bitter navy blue eyes. I couldn’t