From Ashes To Luna Novels & Stories

Nadia POV "Why won't you believe me?!" I said in a frustrated tone, tears flowing down my face. Lucian looked at me with fury in his eyes. "Believe you? You think I'd believe a Luna who's accused of trying to poison my mate and kill our unborn child?" Lucian's voice dripped with anger, his gaze unwavering. "I didn't do it, Lucian. I love you, and I would never harm Lyra or the baby," I pleaded, desperation evident in my voice.

You are mine. Light bursts behind my eyelids — white, blinding, endless. I fall. Or rise. Or both. When the flames fade, they find nothing but ash and shattered bindings. The pyre still smolders, but the body is gone. Lucia’s triumphant expression shatters. Damien stumbles forward, eyes wide, searching the ashes as if his mind refuses to accept what he’s seen. My father’s face drains of color. “She’s been burnt to ashes,” someone breathes.

And the council fell silent. That night, Luna dreamed of fire. Not destruction—but rebirth. She saw herself standing in a field of ash, her hands glowing, her voice echoing. She saw Aria behind her, holding a child with golden eyes. She saw Kaelion bleeding, Lucien burning, Sera screaming. And she saw the Blood Father kneeling. Then she woke.

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” The nurse flinched, bowing her head before retreating quickly, closing the door behind her. Katrina resumed pacing, her mind racing for a plan. “Ashley’s alive,” she said to herself, her voice low and venomous. “That’s not just a problem—it’s a disaster. She’s stronger now, stronger than I ever thought she could be. If she comes back for Adrian, if she even thinks about taking him…” She trailed off, her jaw tightening. “I rejected my mate for him. I gave up everything to be Luna. I’m not losing it all to her.”

My gown burnt and my crown glowed red-hot. “You stole everything.” She screamed like an angry ghost and raised her hand. I stood there charred and frightened as I watched greenwood burn behind her. It was like the day we lit the stake. it was so real like it was happening again—but this time, worse. The pack house collapsed in flames. Wolves ran, screamed, but thaila just stood there, on the ashes of my kingdom like it was her birthright. “I am the true Luna,” she said, her voice low and final. “You would never be.”

I looked up at the stars, silently thanking the Moon Goddess. Then I looked back at my mate. My home. My forever. And together, hand in hand, we stepped into the future we had fought so hard to claim. END OF BOOK TWO!! BOOK THREE INTRODUCTION : TITLE : THE SCARRED LUNA AND HER THREE ALPHA MATES. BLURB: As Luna of the powerful Shadow Fang Pack, she endured years of ridicule for the scars that ruined her face. Hated by the very people she sacrificed everything to protect, she clung to one hope—her fated mate, the Alpha she loved.

“Listen, Aria. Be careful today. If Vance knows you’re digging, he won’t wait for you to find everything.” I thought about Wren’s message: Someone tried to access foundation records last night. “I know. Tomorrow morning.” I hung up and sat in the quiet, just letting everything settle. Then the door opened. I looked up and saw someone I hadn’t expected—Berta. In her sixties, broad-shouldered, grey hair in a neat braid, her face weathered from actually living life. She was one of the first wolves to welcome me when I became Luna, made me feel like I belonged.

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.”

“And because I care about you.” He grabbed her wrist. “Enough.” But she smiled. “The elders agree,” she said. “She is not right for you.” He let go slowly. The doubt had already taken root. --- The ceremony gathered the entire pack. Everyone watched. Everyone waited. Elder Aldric stepped forward. “A true Luna binds not only her mate, but her people.” I stood where I was meant to stand. Then I saw him. Damon. Dressed in black and silver. Perfect. But something was wrong.

Harlow was one of them. Luna closed her eyes for a second. She could still hear the old woman's voice. *Live... don't let them win.* Luna forced herself up. Her legs almost gave out. She caught herself against the wall of a nearby building and looked down at her clothes. They were covered in ash, blood, and soot. Her hair was burned at the ends. One side of her face was black with smoke, and her hands were blistered from forcing her way through the burning corridor.