A Luna's Flame Novel Enyo Novels & Stories

“Please be careful Luna, he is stronger and more cunning than he looks.” I nodded my head at her and stroked her face one last time. I then spun around and screeched as I ignited my brilliant white flames. Gideon gasped and honed in on my immense flame power. I knew it would be too much for the son of a bitch to resist. With his attention on me, Draco seized the opportunity to jump up and pluck Lorena out of the air. As soon as his arms wrapped around her the flames extinguished and she collapsed over his shoulder. Gideon was trying his best to get to me, roaring and groaning as he tried to pull his arms to the front of him.

Yash let out a long breath, spreading the fire so thin it was if it were only a plume of smoke that shimmered in the sky. The drumming began to intensify as the Luna stepped forward. Her flame was large, as long as her torso. She split it in two allowing each hand to hold a flickering flame. As she chanted the flame began to take shape, turning into the goddess selene in one hand. On the other hand was now a fiery man. I recognized this legend. It was about Selene's love story. Knowing that Raya would not understand the story as it played out, I decided to tell it as the flames recreated it.

She said and pulled her out of the noisy hall even though she kept staggering due to how drunk she was and her right hand was trying to hold her steady. They entered a quiet room that wasn't too far and Luna closed the door before turning to her right hand. She took the bracelet from her and closed her eyes. She saw an image of a new born baby and she knew an alpha was born. He needed to be mated immediately, she smiled as she opened her eyes and staggered off to the chair in the room and sat down "an alpha has been born" she said and summoned on her right hand to come closer "get the destiny booklet"

Sassy Note #2: Not everyone looked thrilled. One Luna—probably the fifth cousin of some bitter ex of Edric—was glaring daggers the entire time like her tartan was too tight. Her wolf probably shed out of spite. But I smiled sweetly. Let the magic glow just slightly under my skin. Enough to make her gulp her whisky like holy water. Then came the climax. A giant flame pit was lit in the center of the stones. The flames rose unnaturally high—kissed by magic and old whispers. I stepped forward.

She was looking for anything on the prophecy Riley had just whispered to her half an hour ago — too shaken to say it in front of Jaxon, too tired to keep pretending she wasn’t connected to all of this. Lena was good at research. Better than most pack elders gave her credit for. She flipped through an ancient tome and paused on a page half-rotted with age. There — in the margins — was a scribbled note. The Flame-Born will come from exile. One scarred, one spared. A heart unchained shall heal the pack or burn it down. Lena snapped a photo and emailed it to herself. Then, just as she was about to close the book, a breez

Each point emits colored smoke: scarlet red, golden yellow, silvery gray, royal blue, with the tallest creating a vibrant purple that reminds me of the color her eyes used to be. Confusion swirls with fear and a sense of familiarity. I know I’ve never seen it before, but deep inside, I feel like I have. “They made her Luna.” Saint takes a small step forward and stares in wonder. “She’s Luna of the Menae.” Saint lifts his front right leg and bows deeply with his left, breaking eye contact with Kas.

My wounds are already beginning to knit themselves together, the blood just makes them seem worse than they are. Spots cloud my vision when I'm lifted up again. "Run into town and grab Eris. Let them know we're coming," Wren commands. What a good beta... "On it," is all Gabriela says, and then her scent fades away from me. Come back. I reach for her, my hand grasping at nothing. "Alright, Your Grace." Wren hefts me up from the ground. "Up you go."

Dad questions for more information above her frantic panicking. “Rogues…they are threatening to kill her.” “I don’t understand, what that has to do with us.” I say harshly. Alicia is part of one of the Waterbow northern packs, as far as I am concerned this is now an internal pack issue. “She is Brett’s chosen mate.” Luna Amelie shouts at me hysterically. Both Father and I growl at the idea, for Luna Amelie disrespecting our Willow. “Amelie…Brett has a fated mate and has made it very clear he ended things with Alicia.” Dad firmly replies.

“How do you know that?” “I know many things,” he said enigmatically. He leaned down, his face inches from hers. The scent of cedar and rain, the scent she had smelled right before she blacked out, was overwhelming. It was intoxicating. For a moment, the pain in her chest vanished, replaced by a strange, humming warmth. “But mostly, I know that your heart is beating a rhythm that sounds like an end. Why is Luna of the South dying in a rogue bar?”

I let out a few grunts and struggled to get out of their grip. They banged me against the car’s door, about to fulfil their evil deed on me. Despite being the daughter of such a powerful alpha, I was defeated this time. I could not do anything to these boys. One of them stood in front of me and placed his hand on my shoulder, trying to make a move. I was preparing to expect the worse, so I decided to close my eyes, hoping the moon goddess would perform a miracle. Just as my eyesight was covered in darkness, I heard not one but three thuds. I no longer felt those guys’s nasty touch on me. My hands and legs were set free, and I was no longer in danger.