روايات وقصص ضمن His Forsaken Luna

He turned back to the black tsunami of minions, his roar a defiant thunder that rallied the faltering warriors, his claws tearing through the emptiness of the void creatures. Beside the altar, Luna was a vision of tragic grace. Her eyes glowed with incandescent white prophecy power, but tears tracked through the dust on her cheeks. She reached out, her hands trembling as she touched my arm. "I see the path," she whispered, her voice a fragile chime. "It is a narrow thread of light in a sea of nothingness. I will pour every drop of my soul into your flight, Seraphina. I will shield your minds from the erasure, but I cannot follow you into that darkness. Promise me you will come back." "I prom

But something was wrong. He didn’t smile. His gaze did not soften when it met mine. It felt distant. “Iris, daughter of Kael,” the elder said, “do you take Alpha Damon as your mate?” “I do.” My voice held. I meant it. The elder turned. “Alpha Damon, do you take Iris as your mate and Luna?” Silence. Too long. The crowd murmured A whisper rose. Damon stepped forward. Then he turned to face them all. “I reject this union,” he said. “The Moon Goddess does not bless a broken Luna.”

“It means the Eclipse bond has awakened the one thing we feared most.” Ariana’s heartbeat froze. “What… thing?” Rowan’s mouth tightened. “Your true wolf, Ariana.” “The one sealed at birth.” “The one powerful enough to break fate itself.” He swallowed. “The Forbidden Luna.” And she’s waking up.

The attire covers almost my entire body. I took a deep breath, then unbuttoned the front of my shirt. One by one they were all open, then I took them all off until they fell to the floor. There, I was surprised by something I didn't expect. My breathing became heavier as I groped my right chest. “How come there's… nothing? There's nothing. I don't have the mark...?" **This is the end of Season 1 of The Forsaken Luna's Burning Love. Thank you for riding this story together. Hope you all enjoy it to the fullest. Look forward to the continuation of their story in the next season.**

“The only reason we took you in was that you made us believe you were going to be the next Luna.” Before I could ask how I deceived them when I was just a baby, my dad, Rolan Ashford, barked, “The prophetess at the orphanage swore you were the descendant of the goddess.” “Descendant?” Ethan, the only biological child of the Ashford family and Beta to Alpha Rexton, chuckled, his eyes glistening with the same mischief he had shoved down my throat since I could remember. “More like the goddess handmaiden.” My eighteenth birthday, a day that was meant to be special, became my worst nightmare until the newly crowned Alpha Rexton stepped in and announced, “I'll marry her. She will be my Luna.”

Her heart twisted. It wasn't enough to burn her from the core. Rubel entered the classroom with Harper, his hand wrapped around her waist. Harper was one of the most beautiful girls in the college and also the prettiest she-wolf of her pack. She was a good student and had a melodious voice with a few achievements in signing. No doubt why Rubel thought Harper deserved to be the Luna of his pack and the mother of his child. They walked to the fifth row near the window. Haya's shameless eyes were glued to them while Rubel didn't even notice her.

They turned into shapes, tall, luminous beings with eyes like burning moons and long robes. One took a step forward. He possessed crystal horns. His expression was sorrowful but compassionate. He bowed his head and whispered, "Welcome, Daughter of Flame." "Who are you?" I inquired. He answered, "We are the Forgotten." "Gods who were excommunicated for their decision to choose love over power." I looked at Killian. He looked confused, too. “You were gods?” he inquired. “Yes,” the horned one responded. “And now, we guard what was abandoned.”

“I just thought, since I couldn’t come myself, they could pass the message. I’ll be in touch soon.” “Good! Don’t forget to explore while you’re back — maybe you’ll get the inspiration you’ve been needing!” “I will. Thank you. Goodbye.” The second the call ended, she turned to me. “Damon. What. Do. You. Want?” I stared down at her. “I told you already, Lyra.” I leaned in, voice smooth. “Stay here. Be my Luna.”

It wasn’t long before we encountered signs of the Forsaken broken branches, paw prints unfamiliar to the territory, faint energy residue that marked them as outcasts, dangerous and unpredictable. “They’re close,” I whispered, letting Luna push my senses outward. “Spread out but stay within range. We will not allow them to corner us. Not tonight.” The first Forsaken appeared a shadowed figure, snarling, its energy dark and tainted. My pulse quickened, but not with fear. With Luna coiling tightly beneath my skin, I stepped forward, voice calm but commanding: “You trespass in Blue moon Park,” I said. “You challenge my authority. You threaten my people. You will leave or face the consequences.”