His Scarred Luna Novels & Stories

Luna got to her feet, breathing hard. “Then they can try.” He lunged again. She sidestepped, caught his arm, and used his momentum to slam him into the stone pillar. The crack was loud. Scar went down, dazed. Luna straddled him, knife at his throat. “Who sent you?” “No one,” he wheezed. “We just hate you.” Luna didn’t believe him. But it didn’t matter anymore. She ended it quick. --- By midnight, the packhouse was secure.

Xavier shrieked. 'It's already happening, baby' Cassandra thought and smirked. **** Scarlett headed to the bathroom to take her bath because she looked awful, her eyes were puffy, red and looked tired like she didn't sleep at all which she didn't. The door suddenly flung open and Scarlett faced the door. Xavier walked briskly to her and gripped her arm. "Xavier…" "From today, you are stripped of your position as the Luna of this pack…" His words were like swords stabbing the bloody hell out of her, it was like her world had ended.

The scar was a testament of that curse. ‘’Where’s this scar?’’ I asked. His hand moved to a spot on his chest. ‘’In the centre of her chest, between her breasts.’’ I nodded slowly. I had not noticed the scar on Layla the night we had been intimate but then, it had been dark. The only way to prove that she was indeed Layla was to find a way to discover if she had that scar. ‘’She is not my daughterr, Lycan Asher. The Luna from Silvermoon pack bears some similrity to Layla but she isn’t her.’’

“But unity demands truth. And truth demands a price.” The starfield shattered like glass, and the group found themselves standing in a circular chamber, its walls carved with scenes of their journey: Jessica’s battle with the dark figure, Kade’s transformation under a blood-red moon, Selene’s spells weaving light from shadow, Lucas’s quiet moments of doubt, and Bryan’s sacrifice that still haunted them all. At the chamber’s center stood a pedestal, but instead of orbs, it held a single, jagged mirror, its surface swirling with mist.

It carried weight, like she already knew exactly why I was here. Luna. That name felt strange on my tongue. Luna, when Jack, my mate, hadn’t even claimed me yet. Why was she calling me that now? I pushed the thought aside, reminding myself that this was not why I had come. I walked in slowly, my hands trembling slightly as I followed her gesture toward a chair. She motioned for me to sit, and I obeyed, my legs heavy, my body tired from everything, the dreams, Sophie, the border, the confusion.

' Scar bounced around inside me. 'Oh crap, I probably should had asked what his name is?' I said, stepping into the tub with a loud sigh of both discomfort and relief. 'Tomorrow, oh great Luna.' Scarlet teased as she soaked in the warmth the ice gave her. 'I'm going to suck at this.' I huffed, resting my head back on a soft pillow attached to the end of the large tub. 'You will find your way. Lunas aren't perfect, just caring. You might not know his name, but if an intruder came bursting in you would protect him and all these people with your last breath. Now give me some cheese.'

I realize that the entire pack that has been here fighting is watching her, needing a leader to guide them. “Shadow Falls pack! This is your Luna speaking. We are under attack. Return to Shadow Falls. Protect the pack!” her voice rings out over the meadow. She sounds strong, confident and powerful, exactly what a Luna should sound like. Her body is still healing from her injuries, and she’s covered in blood, but she looks like the warrior Guardian that she is. Emlyn orders our pack medic to get Rich to our pack hospital. I know that he’ll be taken care of so I step up to Emlyn. “I’m going too.”

Then he added “Is it worth it, this big risk? Does the revenge worth it” “He took my parents, and my sister. I am alone, just me, only me against the world. What’s life without the ones our heart has always known how to love. I will kill him. Even if revenge is the last thing I do before I die” “I understand your pain, yeah, we all have wounds in our hearts, we all have scars, you should try to get over it,” I sniffed, I sniffed again, and again then I bursted into deep tears, whimpering my chest heaving. “Those scars can’t heal, it’s so painful”. He leaned forward and circled his hands over me. I cried in his chest, in his embrace.

“I was telling your brother what happened to Arianna at the party. What that girl did to her.” “Look at her scars,” Luna Francesca whined, indicating the marks on Ari’s neck and a medium-sized mark on her cheek. “They haven’t healed. How can she be a fashion icon looking like this?” “Stop that.” Ari swatted Luna Franscea’s hand away as she looked at me briefly.