A Luna's Flame Novel Enyo Novels & Stories

"You are our savior who will save my village." "No one knows about that tattoo except for the people here and me," I knew about the peony flower tattoo on my forehead before I was reincarnated. "The Oracle knows who you are and the answer to this problem. So please, Yuna, you are my only hope." Feno went over to me and started to plead. The first time I saw it was when I was so pissed at Dominic being together with Leah I wished she would disappear. I can feel the magic elevating from inside me but then shuts me off from killing Leah because of jealousy.

Serena froze. The title sent a jolt through her. She turned toward Elias. He stepped beside her, his eyes unreadable, but his hand brushed hers — gently, grounding her. This is your place, it said. Whether you believe it yet or not. But behind her, Theron’s voice rang out. “She’s not just Luna. She’s the Flame-Bearer.” Gasps broke across the wolves gathered. The Flame-Bearer. The title had existed only in whispers — in the stories passed down by wolves who remembered the ancient bloodline. The first daughter born of flame and fang. The one who would unify, or destroy.

The god lifted its hand to strike and I lifted mine, open-palmed. “I don’t yield,” I said. “I give.” Light exploded between us. The god froze__So did everyone. Then a deep wind swept across the field, howling through trees and bones. And I saw—the memories of wolves long gone. Luna of the Nightfangs. The first Flamebearer. My own mother, standing beside my father, her hands glowing gold. They had all given their flame. Not for power but for love. The god stepped back, its hand trembled. The stars in its eyes dimmed.

“Then you should also know that they are the most powerful Lycans that have ever lived. Even they were driven crazy because of the pure blood that flows in their veins,” “What do you mean?” “You should find out more about them, King. That is not what I came here for,” Yulo sat up and handed him a scroll. “Your Luna… the Goddess had chosen her. I do not have the exact name, but the first woman who would visit your castle when you were a prince once the red moon rises would be the one fated for you,”

My name is Aria Nightshade. Daughter of Alpha Lucien Nightshade, the only heir to a bloodline that ruled long before I was born, the future of a pack I once believed I would lead. But that was before I chose love over everything I was meant to be. And this… this is the story of how I lost it all, and how I took it back. I remember the night everything began to fall apart. I was lying in Damon’s arms, my head resting against his chest as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat filled the quiet room. The curtains were drawn, allowing only thin strips of moonlight to spill across the bed, painting everything in soft silver.

Not the hands of a girl who clutched notebooks and bruised easily from being shoved against lockers. These were the hands of someone delicate, someone pampered—and someone important. “I remember… falling,” she lied softly. Seraphine nodded once. “That is expected. Trauma has likely taken the rest. The physicians warned us of memory loss.” Memory loss is a perfect excuse. But not the truth. “I…” Luna slowly pushed herself higher against the pillows. “This place. This world. Endymion Empire… does it mean I’m in another…” Her voice dropped. “Another world?” Seraphine blinked. “Princess Alessia, you are in the world of Luminary. The land is blessed by the six Luminous powers.”

“What?” “Did he not tell you?” I frown, surely it slipped his mind because he's busy. “Alpha Knox is making me Luna of Flame Valley before we go off on our honeymoon.” “Listen, I'm all for kinks, no shame it.” she snickers. “You can play Luna in his bedroom but outside of it? You're nothing and will remain so. Everyone can see it, you'll never be worthy of the status of Flame Valley's Luna. She who isn't to be named was a luna through and through..” she trails off, bringing Thalia up once again, despite Knox's outlawing all things related to her.

"Keep the line! Don't let them break the center!" In the heart of the chaos, Luna stood within a shimmering dome of light. Wounded warriors were dragged into her circle, and she moved among them like a spirit of mercy. "It’s okay," she murmured to a bleeding soldier. She placed her small hand over a jagged gash. "The light remembers you. The dark is just a shadow." The wound closed, leaving behind a faint scent of jasmine. But the darkness pushed back. Kaelen carved a path through the defenders, his mechanical arm moving with terrifying, hydraulic speed. He grabbed a warrior by the throat and tossed him aside like a ragdoll.

“Who are you?” I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I had slipped up. It had been one stupid, careless mistake. My heart raced as I scrambled for an explanation, but nothing came to mind. The last thing I wanted was for him to recognize me as the Luna who had supposedly died—hell, even knowing me as Nyx was dangerous. He would figure out who I was, and that would be the end of everything. Ronan Garrick. Alpha Ronan of Silver Hollow pack. The man who had requested to see me the night I had died. My biggest enemy ㅡ well apart from Davis and Elaraㅡ he was in the pack?

My hands go cold. Prince Noah Roarke, crown prince of the Lycans, stares at Dane. His eyes are hard, big hands curled into tight fists. “Take care of that mess,” he barks. “Right now.” “Respectfully, Prince,” Dane says, “but the Luna-” “Is under my protection now. This is not your territory, it is mine. Take the corpse and go.” I count my heartbeats. Five of them, and my past is gone.