From Ashes To Luna Novels & Stories

she cried and hugged him again. Asher took the time to glance at the Lunas with her, they were, Monica, Luna of the Blue Moon Pack, Vanessa, Luna of the Black Wind pack and Stella, Luna of the Redwood Pack. He smiled at them with a little bow of his head and they returned his smile with a bow as well. He pulled his mother from his arms and kissed her head, “I’m fine mother, your love and care helped me,” he chuckled but his face turned serious as he asked in the mind-link. ‘Where is father?’

I close my eyes and let out a deep breath as I lean against the sofa again. Choose a Lycan girl my ass! Ashanti is their future Luna and there's nothing any of them can do about that. Anyone who doesn't want to be ruled by a werewolf Luna should feel free to jump into the ocean.

~Elena~ "Welcome, my future Luna." The words barely had time to settle before Crystal stiffened like she’d been struck. The air froze. Then— "Excuse me?" she snapped, voice like a blade, sharp and cold. Trevor turned, unreadable, but Crystal was already seething. "I am the future Luna," she spat, her fingers digging into Ryan’s arm like claws. "Not her." Her gaze burned into Trevor’s, daring him to challenge her. Daring him to argue.

So, she begged her retired Alpha, Lupinus, to override Callum's decision and bring Lily back. Lily's death-like glare locked onto me as if she was blaming me for everything bad that had happened to her after I left. "It was because of you that Cal banished me to that fucking wasteland for two whole years!" she screeched. Lily then rushed toward me in a rage. I stepped backward on instinct, not realizing that there was a pyramid of silver swords right behind me that symbolized the elites' power and authority. My foot slipped, and I lost my balance and fell backward.

Asher whispered again, then he kissed her hand once more. The Luna gasped, then she squeaked once, twice, and a third. Then her lungs exhaled for the final time in a soft sigh. Her body went still, her chest freezing, her heartbeat seizing. Asher dropped the Luna's hand in a robot-like manner. He barely blinked, but his left lower eyelid twitched. He closed the Luna's eyes, and lowered his lips onto hers, kissing her one more time. Then, with a growl, he jumped to his feet, and ran towards the window. He crashed his body through the remainder of the glass, releasing his form into the open air. He landed on all fours and growled menacingly, then he took off in the direction he believed the at

Why was I even born? Why do they all despise me? Why does being near me make the Luna tremble? If I had a wolf—if I had any power at all—I’d say: “Oh my, imagine being me—a mere Omega—and making the Luna shake in fear.” The thought made me snort out a laugh before I could stop myself. Luna Ashley, the human-sized can of spray tan, with her bottle-blonde hair brushing her ass, lashes thick enough to fan a wildfire, and an orange glow that made her look like a dehydrated carrot dipped in glitter.

she whispers. The nickname her old pack gave her to diminish her—Little Ash, the runt, the reject, the weak one—reclaimed and given new meaning. Ash that didn't stay ash. Ash that became ember. Ember that became a Moonfire Luna who burned the old world down and built a better one from what was left. "It's perfect," I say. "She's perfect."

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

"All it takes is one swift and clean motion and the lore would actually burn to ashes while I stand on the edge of the destruction and watch." I stepped over the discarded book and glided towards my pretty pink vanity, my fingers carefully moving over the collection of my latest dark cosmetics that I had laid out like weapons in a queen’s arsenal. These were my newest collection and I had planned to use them after I had killed Asher and was mourning him.. during the process I would be crowned as the Luna.

A claim. Altheya moved to her side. “There is still time to cleanse it,” she said. “But only if we complete the coronation before moonrise.” “Then we do it now,” Myra said, rising. But Liora didn’t move. Instead, she whispered, “I saw something last night… in my dreams.” They turned, She looked haunted. “There was a Luna standing in a field of ash. Her eyes were blind. Her hands were red. She said one thing before she disappeared”