Asuna Novels & Stories

I went on, “I need to take care of my man.” More laughter this time, reluctant but genuine. I smiled. Okay, they were warming into what happened a bit. It might not be that bad. “Some of you don’t know me,” I added, standing taller. “I’m Anisa. Alpha Elian’s mate. Soon to be Luna.” A murmur ran through the crowd.

“Duskar blood. I felt it once before, when Valerius still ruled.” “But this is stronger. More alive.” Both of them stared at the reddening sky. Silent spicerermony lightning slashed across the clouds like exposed veins. Then, suddenly, the air vibrated. The Ashura token hanging at Orion’s belt emitted a red glow. Anya closed her eyes, steadying her breath. The glow seeped upward into the sky, forming an ancient symbol above the valley. “It’s a call,” Anya whispered. “But not from a god. This is blood calling blood.”

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.”

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.

“I don’t have time to explain the whole thing. Luna Seraphine mentioned something during our… conversation, and I need Nova to confirm if it’s true.” Creed’s voice hardens. “What did she say?” “She mentioned a Goddess,” I begin, stopping by the window to look out at the dark forest that surrounds our territory. “Marle or some shit. Said the entity in Morana can’t be removed because of this Goddess. I need to know who the hell this Marle is, and if Seraphine’s full of shit or not.” His growl vibrates through the phone, a deep, primal sound that sends a chill down my spine. Creed doesn’t lose control like this often, which tells me that this name—this Goddess—is something big. Something bad.

I state irritatingly wondering who could be disrupting our conversation. One of the maids walked in, "Alpha" "Yes?" "The Luna is awake."

“No, it’s not Miss Anthony. This is the Luna of Litha Night Walker Pack,” Ainsley said. The makeup artist froze, her brush slipping slightly between her fingers. “What?” “She’s my mate.” Ainsley’s voice was firm, leaving no room for doubt. His sharp gaze settled on the makeup artist. “What do you think you should call her?” The woman’s face paled instantly. A thin sheen of sweat formed on her forehead, ruining the delicate makeup she had just applied. Her hands trembled as she lowered her head, realizing her mistake.

◇NO POV◇ sana is fuming with anger because her another plan also gone is vain she hitted the wall angrily azra : are you mad sana what happened to you sana : that's what my problem nothing happening azra : we are already following a plan right now again why you're angry sana : I implemented another one too I thought it will get succeed and she will die but that bitch escaped again azra : what you did sana : she tried to escape wantedly I showed her way near dungeon she entered as per my plan I released poisonous gas inside if Aurthur didn't came in time she might die now but he saved her again

The unknown floral scent getting higher in the air, overpowering the scent of the flowers in the meadow. Oh Luna save me! -Aysha

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.