Addinu Lana Az Zahir Novels & Stories

she admitted, “You stopped seeing the illusion that I have created. And I heard that the story behind that streak of white hair that you now have was because of the battle with a wolf named Archer.” She looks at me cautiously and when I didn’t respond she continued, “You were able to yield power in your human form. Some of the witnesses that day say that they saw a bright light appearing but I have yet to confirm if you really have the power of light because other people tell me that you also had the power of telepathy,” Lana pauses as if deep in thought, “Aside from that is you can also heal not only yourself but other people in human form. You are still a puzzle for me,” Lana admitted. “Fo

Lana said smiling at me. “But… But, why should it be me? Can’t you just call them?” I ask out of curiosity. “Well I can’t, ‘khalaos’ only listens to the call of humans and not to another mystical creatures like me. Plus, they will surely listen to you since you are still pure of soul.” Lana said as she looks at the wall in front of us. I look at her confuse and I look at the open door she opens widely where I can see the dark forest outside the town walls.

~ ANNA ~ "My name is Zahir. What books are you looking for? Maybe the library will be more docile with you now that you have helped us," Zahir says, his thick white eyebrows knitting together as he looks at me with gentle curiosity. “Something about the Mooncrest Pack. My name is Anna, and I am participating in the Luna tournament," I explain shyly, my voice barely a whisper, echoing in the respectful silence of the library. Zahir's violet eyes seem to sparkle when I tell him this. He holds my hand, his fingers cold and bony, yet his touch is gentle and affectionate.

Lana. She stands at the edge of the water, the surf brushing over her ankles, the breeze playing in her hair like even the wind can’t help but reach for her. The sun clings to her skin, casting her in molten gold, painting her in warmth the world doesn’t deserve. I barely breathe.

I continued, trying to express that I understood his point. "But, I'm not a Luna Maddox." I concluded. He looked up from the counter towards me with a quizzical look. "Are you worried about being Luna? If it's any consolation I think you'd make a great one." He encouraged. "No Maddox, that's not it. I meant that I'm not meant for the Luna position... because Freyja and I, are Alpha's in our own right.' I explained. "An Alpha?" His brows furrowed and the confusion in his tone was apparent.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

All the men were staring at me head to toe, some even whistled. Hayden let out a warning growl, telling them not to stare at his mate. I walked down and took Hayden's hand. "Stunning." He whispered to me. I blushed. "Today we are here to present my mate, Annabel Ferrars, as the new Luna. " He turned to face me. "Annabel Ferrars. Will you sacrifice yourself to protect your pack?" "I will." "Will you uphold your title as Luna and do your duties with pride?"

The girl was clearly the opposite of the graceful Lolerei. Lolerei must be very anxious because this girl would be Luna instead of her. But she didn't need to worry at all because I would destroy everything Ikaros Alexandrovich loved. ***** Azalea's POV When I arrived at Jay's apartment, I noticed that my sister's scuffed leather shoes with worn-out soles were already by the door. And seeing those shoes, suddenly, guilt spread within me. If only my education wasn't so expensive, she would have bought herself a new pair of shoes.

Hunter would have my hide if I told her, pregnant or not. “Be careful, Aldine.” That was all I could say, “Love can be blind. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her emerald eyes. They were filled with unshed tears. “Thank you, Luna. But please, don’t let on that you know about us.” “We hardly speak to each other.” Knowing what I do, I wouldn’t want to even face him. “I won’t say anything.” She hugged me. It surprised me, but I reluctantly hugged her back.

The gown clung to me like moonlight over a frozen lake, its intricate embroidery catching the candlelight with each movement. My hair, usually tied in a tight braid, cascaded down in waves. A touch of kohl lined my eyes, drawing attention to the steel behind them. I didn’t know who I had dressed up for … It could be for myself or the one I was waiting to spot in the crowd. As I stepped into the banquet hall, conversations ebbed and flowed around me. Nevertheless, when I passed, they stopped. “Is that… Zelda?” “Ashina… Why do you keep calling her Zelda? Yeah, she looks… stunning.”