From Ashes To Luna Novels & Stories

Ash helped me carry Elm into the car, while Zephyr and Aaron were getting ready. “Be careful, you two,” I said to Zephyr and Aaron, they smile and wave their hand. They took another road while transforming into their wolf form. As I was going back with Ash, Elm, Zahra, and Acacia in the same car. “This is going to work, right?” Nervously asked the Luna from Indonesia, and she took my hand and hold it tightly. “Trust me, it will.” Said Acacia to me.

He smiled at me with a little sadness in his eyes, trying to look as if nothing had happened. There was no one with two mates. That was simply impossible. The webs are separated into two, not three. And I did not feel that kind of connection with Izaiah. I hoped it was a good girl, someone with the patience to handle this giant. I expected him to be happy together with his mate because he deserved it. “As I said, Luna. All preparations are ready for tomorrow.” “Thank you, Izaiah.” I waited for that day. Hunter was perfect. It would not be the big celebration that the pack expected, but we had wanted both to have at least one special day. We would take advantage of it to officially celebrate

I recognized it immediately — the undeniable pull of true mates. “Aurora,” Asher whispered, “I think Luna is my mate.” Then he walked away. I saw Asher and Luna take slow steps toward each other, eyes fixed to each other. My heart swelled with joy for Asher. And I thank the moon goddess for giving him a second chance. I stood there, with the Key of Harmony in my hand, and wondered hopefully toward a new future.

Every day in that first week, we lose more pack members because they can’t live without their mate. Luna Calista was one of those. I had taken it upon myself to stay with her, knowing that Aunt Cara was still in the hospital. Luna Calista's devastation at losing Alpha Anders was so great that she barely held on for 24 hours. I was there with her at the end. It was the middle of the night and it was just her and I. She had stopped crying and a smile had spread across her face. “Lily,” she had whispered. “I’m Malin, Luna,” I said to her, but her eyes had been glazed over, unseeing.

I made my way through the dark corridors of the dungeon, my heart burning with a desire for revenge. I had been betrayed by Luciana, the very person I thought was my friend and ally. But now, I was determined to make her pay with her blood. I reached the cell where Sam and Morris were being held, and I could see the fear in their eyes as they looked up at me. "Who are you?" they chorused together. "The spirit that has been haunting you. I am Ashley, the Luna you all killed." They were white with horror and their teeth clattered in an attempt to speak.

"You will regret the day we crossed paths." Alyla flinched at my words, but I didn't care. "You've only just begun to see my wrath," I growled, my voice low and threatening. Ayla's face crumpled, her tears flowing freely as her body shook with emotion. With a cruel smile, I continued to berate Ayla, my words like knives cutting into her heart. "You're a disappointment," I sneered, "a failure. You're not worthy of being my Luna, and you never will be."

Ashford's eyes were red as he fought off any creature he could get his hands on. Luna continued to repeat the words as fast as she could and soon enough. A ray of light exploded, everything moving stopped, and Luna's eyes opened. Her eyes were emitting white light, and she flew up in the air. Water exploded from her hand, and it began to rain. The ray of light that had emitted filled the place, and the creatures turned into statues and began to break down into dust particles. They washed away like they had never been there.

WARNING READING CONTENT MAY DISTURB SOME. VIOLENCE The Black Ashen pack, led by my father and mother Alpha Nathan and Luna Elizabeth. We are a small pack in the upper north mountains. We are surrounded by beautiful trees and crystal clear waters. Like my mother I bare her blue eyes that hold shimmers of gold and silver, my long ashen blonde hair reaching my waist even though I’m only 11. I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror admiring what the maids had done with my hair for today, for it was a special day. Today was my 11th birthday. My outfit shimmered lightly in beautiful flower designs meant for a princess. It might have been over the top for school, but after all I was a princess. I

Fire settled into my bones, steady as a crown needing no metal. “Raise your heads,” I said. They did. And in the silence that followed, their howls rose again—free, unbroken, ours. Ash drifted. The hall burned clean. The Luna’s Lie was ash. The Ash Queen had risen. And no one would ever put her back in fire’s cage.

My knees scraped against the ground as I writhed, gasping for breath. Laughter. It was soft, barely a whisper, but I heard it. I forced my head up, vision blurred from the sting in my eyes. Dezecca. A satisfied mocking-smirk played at the edges of her lips, her gaze drinking in my suffering as if it were a fine wine. Rage flared through me, momentarily outshining the pain. But it did nothing to stop what came next. Then the second lash came seconds after. It felt like my spine was being ripped open, every nerve exposed to the biting cold of the air.