All Chapters of The Red Luna: The Queen of the Flames: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ROWENAMy mother had begun to grow irritated with my fidgeting. My nerves could barely allow me to sit in one place. I was afraid and anxious of what the night had in store for me. Since sunset my mother kept herself busy trying to prepare me for tonight. “Look at this green cloak, my dear,” she had said to me. “It really brings out your eyes.” Or “Look at this pure sapphire necklace. It has been in the family for generations,” She said gleefully as she put the jewelry around my neck. “Women in our lineage wore it on the day of their matings. Then they would pass it on to their daughters or daughters in law when they are getting mated.” She kissed my rosy cheek. “And now it is my turn,” I mumbled under my breath. My voice echoed my inner feelings. I was confused at how fast things are moving and I was afraid of the unknown. I was saddened by the realization that I had to kiss my family and my entire life goodbye to become the daughter in law of the coldest and most prominent family

ROWENA I hoped that death would take me and I would never wake up to such a wretched world, but alas I did. As the icy wind slapped me across the face, I awoke. My throat was patched with thirst and my lips were dry and cracked. My wrists hurt from the tight rope it was bound with but as I looked around, I saw I wasn't alone.There were six of us in the small moving cage-like wagon, sitting shoulder to shoulder. The women were filthy looking; with their hairs tangled and their dresses torn. Their faces were marked with silent desolation, as if they were aware of the fate that awaited them- the kind that tears could not rescue them from, no matter how long and heart wrenching it was. “Where are they taking us?” I asked the woman seated beside me. She looked a little older than me with brown hair and blue eyes. She took some time before she answered me in order to save what little strength she had left. “They are taking us to Ravenshallow–the Western clan, there we will be sold as s

ROWENA I managed to roll away just as the beast came upon me, not before I obtained a large cut from its paw on my back. I staggered but I had to regain my balance. The men laughed in their seats over my narrow escape.“Look at the way she jumped,” One said as he made a mocking imitation of me avoiding the beast.“I was certain she was done for but what can I say, she really wants to live,” said another. I scowled at them. 'I cannot die in this pit,' I thought to myself. I have to fight. I surveyed the arena for anything I could use to my advantage. There was a chain lying at the far end of the arena but there was no weapon in sight. “How about you show us what your wolf looks like, Rowena,” one of the spectators shouted but I paid him no heed.The beast had already regained its stance and had started charging fiercely towards me. In a swift moment, I ran towards the beast and slid under its stomach just as it was about to finish me off with its sharp claws. Then I ran, quickly g

Hello my gentle readers. I have been gone for far too long. But as we all settle in for the summer I hope to be more consistent in finishing this story. I am looking forward to all your comments and likes ❤️With that being said, here is the next chapter 💖💖

THANEMy father was standing at the foot of my bed when I opened my eyes.He always came in the early hours, in that thin stretch of time between sleep and waking when the mind has not yet armed itself against the things it does not wish to see. He stood the way he always stood — straight backed, arms at his sides with the old scar across his collarbone visible above the neck of his tunic. He looked exactly as he had the last time I saw him alive, which was the cruelty of it. Death had not diminished him. It had only made him permanent."Julius," I said. I had stopped calling him father some years ago. It made the visits easier to bear.He said nothing. He rarely opened with words. He simply watched me with those pale blue eyes — my eyes, everyone had always said — with an expression that sat somewhere between sorrow and reproach. This morning the sorrow was winning. That was never a good sign.I sat up and reached for the water on the bedside table. My body ached in the way it always