A Luna's Flame Novel Enyo Novels & Stories

Luna could feel their hearts beating, could sense the weight of their suffering, the same cage she’d learned to live within. But she also felt the tremor of something she couldn’t stop: hope. It burned low and dangerous, like an ember hidden beneath soot. “What’s the plan?” she asked quietly, surprising herself. Mara’s eyes flicked up, startled. “You’d help us?” Luna hesitated. “No. I’d stop you from dying stupidly. That’s all.” The maidens exchanged glances. Someone pulled out a small flask from beneath her shawl. The metallic scent hit Luna’s nose instantly, oil. Flammable.

I screamed, "Look what you've become! Luna, you're killing everyone!" "No, Erin, look at what you made me!" Luna screamed back, "This is who I became because of you! You stole everything from me! So if you're right and all Cadmus cares about is this Lunaria Kingdom then I'd annihilate everything. Burn everything to the ground with you!" The garden blazed with furious intensity, flames swirling like hungry beasts under the darkened sky. Luna stood at the center, her silhouette flickering in the fiery dance, surrounded by her controlled people. I could feel the heat against her skin as the burning rage within me continued to surge.

Luna screamed as the Heartstone blazed within her, shining brighter than her own life. She felt herself slipping— Her memories flickered— Her breath disappeared— Then suddenly— A beam of pure moonlight descended from the storm clouds above and struck her directly. The chamber fell silent. Luna gradually descended back to the ground, landing on unsteady feet. The flames diminished. The wind calmed. The storm hushed. Rowan gazed at her in astonishment. Kai’s eyes widened, pupils dilating. Luna glanced down at her own hands. They were glowing.

I know she does. Because the sky itself seems to shudder. She appears like a force of nature, tearing through the last line of Enzo’s wolves like they’re nothing but paper. Nyx rides her like fire. Her eyes burn gold. Her body ripples with the power of a Luna unleashed. Enzo turns. Too late. She crashes into him like a tidal wave, knocking the wind from his lungs and the smug from his face. They clash—tooth, claw, raw fury. He snarls, she roars.

Elena pushed the door open. Liora sat on the edge of her bed, still in the light armor she had worn in the arena. Her nose was swollen, crusted with dried blood, one eye already purpling. She looked up as Elena entered, expression hollow. “Close the door,” Elena said. Liora obeyed without speaking. Elena crossed the room and sat beside her on the bed. For a moment neither woman spoke. “They’re calling her the Luna of Ashes,” Liora said at last, voice flat. “They’re saying she’s… something ancient. Something we can’t fight.”

“A prophecy? You’d like us to think that? You’re no alpha’s mate. Only a true luna can be our leader, not some rogue who has delivered death to our door.” Serena’s eyes flashed to mine, and I saw the pain in them, the remnant of every rejection she’d suffered. I could not stay quiet anymore. I sat down next to her, our hands touching, the touch of skin grounding us both. “She’s my mate,” I announced loudly. “Serena is my destined luna favored by the Moon Goddess. I marry her, here and now, before you all.”

Luna's face transformed with such pure joy that my heart ached. "She made a noise. Did you hear? She's so perfect." Luna looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. "Mama, she's so perfect and tiny, and I love her already." I took a picture with my phone, capturing Luna holding newborn Alice, both their faces showing the vulnerability of new life and fierce love. A moment of pure hope in the middle of preparing for war. That night, Luna finished the blanket. She worked until dawn, stitching protection wards with shaking fingers, whispering prayers to the Moon Goddess over each symbol. When she finally collapsed from exhaustion, the blanket glowed faintly with magic.

And I knew he disliked me already. Enzo turned to me. In his palms rested the Luna ring, forged from a single perfect moonstone that was so rare that the goddess delivered it herself, Legend said it had once belonged to the first Luna of Silverfang, the one who wove the original protection spell they said she could see Selene and talk to her.

"You will regret the day we crossed paths." Alyla flinched at my words, but I didn't care. "You've only just begun to see my wrath," I growled, my voice low and threatening. Ayla's face crumpled, her tears flowing freely as her body shook with emotion. With a cruel smile, I continued to berate Ayla, my words like knives cutting into her heart. "You're a disappointment," I sneered, "a failure. You're not worthy of being my Luna, and you never will be."

Taking it as her own. But she did not manage to finish her mission. Her heart did not endure the darkness. And now I had to try to take care of her. She cost whatever it cost. “They’re here,” I listened to a well-known voice. “Leonel?” He opened his eyes with panic. Everything around me shone thanks to the moon. Some flowers seemed to have their own brightness, light flowers. It was a beautiful meadow. My brother was in the middle, with a soft smile. His wounds had healed completely. His hair was stirred, the dark layer on his shoulders waved with the wind. His warmth almost makes me cry, but I needed to pretend that I was strong.