A Flame Under The Moon Romane & Geschichten

The shift from Omega Daycare Worker to Alpha Jasper's forced Luna was horrid. Elegance training was off the rocker. There were so many stupid rules that apparently everyone would pay attention to. I've had my hands smacked with a ruler so many times that I'm surprised I'm not bleeding. My hands ached and shook when I placed things down now. I spilled a drop of tea and got smacked, AGAIN! A SINGLE DROP!

The words came out harsher than intended, and something flickered across his face, pain, gone so quickly I almost imagined it. Then the doors burst open. Diana rushed inside and three warriors followed her, their expressions changing the instant they saw the silver flames. "Oh no." Diana looked horrified and that didn't help, at all. "What?" The older woman stared at the fire, then at me. "The Moonfire." My stomach dropped. "What?" Nobody answered immediately. Wonderful. More secrets. Exactly what I needed. Diana closed her eyes briefly, then sighed. "The fire only appears when a Moon Queen loses control." The room went silent. I stared at her. "A Moon Queen." She nodded reluctantly. "Not a

No matter what happened between Ethan and me, I was still their Luna. I kept telling myself that. Over and over. As if repeating it could make it feel true. The beef sizzled in the hearth as I turned to prepare the side herbs and roots. In a careless moment, the knife slipped, slicing into my palm. While tending the wound, a sharp thought struck me—Lucas didn't even like the smell of beef. I froze. It was like frost blooming inside me, petal by petal, cold and silent. Then whose hunger was this dish meant to satisfy?

And far away, hidden deep within the silver forest, Lila stood on a cliff overlooking the world below, her eyes glowing like twin moons. The curse whispered its promise in her ear: This world tried to bury you, little flame. Now let it burn. Her tears fell, gleaming like mercury as they hit the stone. The veins of the moon shimmered beneath her skin—alive, awake, unstoppable.

Not normal flame, silver, alive, wrapping my hands like liquid light. It burned without heat, shimmered without smoke. It wasn’t me controlling it, it was as if it recognized the danger and acted on its own. The rogue screamed, stumbling back as the silver fire lashed out, grazing his chest. He fell, convulsing, the scent of scorched air filling the clearing. The others faltered, whispering in panic. “The Moon’s Flame…” one breathed. Raven moved fast, slashing at another’s side. Mason finished him with a brutal kick.

Meanwhile, in the sacred valley of the Dark Moon Pack, I was at the altar, dressed in a silver gown, my long hair braided and adorned with moonstones. I seemed to sparkle against the sun, while Lyon stood beside me, his figure towering as he held my hand, our matching engagement rings glinting against the sun's glow. Lyon's voice was deep and strong, ringing throughout the valley as he swore, "I, Lyon, take Susan as my beloved Luna. My claws shall be her protection, my domain shall be her safe harbor—all my honor, loyalty and my very being is hers." Our packs cheered thunderously, blessing us, when Daniel tore his way through the crowd.

“Don’t get sentimental, Flame. We’ve got monsters, murder cults, and cosmic curses to deal with. No time for trust falls.” She glared. “Stop calling me that.” “Make me.” Caelan looked between us, clearly reevaluating his life choices. “We need a plan,” he said. “Now. Before they strike.” Ember turned to the horizon, where the fires raged red and furious, painting the night in blood. “I say,” she said coldly, “we strike first.” And in that moment, I didn’t just see a girl bound to me by accident. I saw the storm that would burn the world clean. And maybe, just maybe, I’d help her do it.

“You’ve lost balance. The fire within you is fading because it no longer burns beside its moon. But fear not, for you shall find your second chance mate before the third full moon.” I stared at my palm. Without thinking, I tried to summon my flames. Normally, a warm crimson glow would bloom right away—but this time, only a dim spark appeared, barely warm to the touch. “He’s right…” I murmured. Dalila watched me, concern written on her face. “Miss McCarthy…” I exhaled deeply. Strangely, instead of despair, a hint of relief filled my chest. Maybe because, for the first time, someone told me that my fire wasn’t gone—it was just waiting. Waiting for something… or someone.

Ava shook her head slowly. “No, baby. We never were.” 3. The Arrival of the Second Flame Three nights later, as the moon turned full, a second Blood Moon shimmered above the horizon. Ava stood at the balcony of the Spire, Kael at her side, watching the sky bleed crimson again. But this time—it was different. The moon shimmered… then split into two overlapping circles. And then a figure descended from the sky, cloaked in flame, stepping into the courtyard like a comet crash.