His Scarred Luna Novels & Stories

He laughed when he said this as he stopped right in front of me. Seconds latterly I heard a loud bang next to me and I turned to see the baby on the left wing bang his fist on the sword counter next to me and also the bone on the right did the same thing, but rather of using his fist he used a essence visage. " This is just to drown out the sounds of your riots." I gripped my jaw as the banging continued next to me while I watched Marco lift the blade up. " It's show time." Moana's POV

Phones were out and cameras clicked all around me. “That’s her, that’s Eryn. Isn’t she like… the Alpha's ex or something?” “She followed me for hours.” Saela said, voice raised as if she were performing on stage. Hours? She's a pretty damn liar. Who has hours to spend on her anyways. “What kind of sick obsession is this? Can someone call security? Or maybe a mental health hotline?” Laughter rippled through the growing crowd. “She’s the ex-Luna, right? Isn’t that illegal or something?” A woman muttered.

“From today onwards, Kieran is the new Luna of our pack and you will all treat her with the respect she deserves” One by one, I watched their heads bow in reverence. It was supposed to feel nice but it didn't. I ignored the holes that Sabrina was burning into my head. If I thought this was somewhat over, then clearly I was just being delusional.

He started patting my back gently and I soon relaxed into his hold. I breathed in his scent and it sort of calmed my raging and turbulent soul. All the confusion I felt earlier began to dissipate and I leaned into his hold. "Nathan?" I called against his chest. "Yes, my Luna," he answered. "I thought getting healed from the scars on my body was going to put an end to my problems," I began. Nathan moved his hands into my hair and began to play with it by running his fingers through it. "I had no idea that the scars only changed their original position. . ." I trailed. "From my skin to my soul," I muttered. "And every day, it gets worse. . ." I went on.

“I’m not working for Hunter, or Roman, or any of your Alpha assholes. I work for myself Luna Scarlett, and i work in my own best interest.” I call on the power of the mark. I feel relief when it fills me with a hot burning power, an energy that roars through my veins and readies itself to be unleashed at my command. I unleash it, but it goes nowhere. I yelp as the power slams back into my chest with a force that steals my breath away. It stins so bad i feel tears gather in my eyes and i writhe from the pain, a light mocking chuckle reaches my ears and the doctor’s voice comes afterwards.

She would have fetched a high price for our Uncle. “It saddens me to think what has happened to her parents.” Lugh says to Orla who nods her head at him. “I don’t understand why I’m being spellbound. I don’t know magic, I wouldn’t hurt anyone.” I still didn’t get it. I’m not special. I’m not even strong enough to be a Luna. Brett must have felt my emotions through the bond as he kissed me gently on the lips and whispered. “You are special to me.”

I guess she did not want to see the lifetime reminder I had of my childhood. “Do not fret about it Alma. Everything I went through only made me stronger, and in truth I am a better Luna because of it. Unlike some children that were fed with a silver spoon, I know what it means to work.” I wanted Melissa to hear my words. It has been so long since anyone other than Caleb has seen me nude that I had forgotten about the scars. Being a wolf means that we heal quickly, so it is unusual for us to have scars. When I wound is inflicted upon a child that has never shifted though, and that child receives no medical attention then yes, a scar may form. I had several small scars on my body, but my lower

Luna crouched in the corner, unharmed but screaming—*screaming*—as her tiny body convulsed. The branding scars on her back glowed silver. Anna gathered her up, rocking violently as Luna's claws tore her skin. "What's happening to her?" Olivia's hands trembled. "The fail-safe. Rachel must have—" Luna's spine arched. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Then,

“This nurse is not doing her fucking job! I need stitches, not a conversation.” I looked at Max, he look just shook his head at Ky. “I suggest you let me finish. My name is Scarlet and I am your luna.” I let my aura out because, fuck you. His jaw dropped to the floor. “I came to check on the injured warriors but I see you are too big of a pussy to handle a few wounds. I suggest you show the nursing staff more manners than you showed me tonight or it might be morning before you are able to leave.” “I-I, my apologies Luna. I-” I held up a hand to stop him.

Shouted a young lady. I watched as hateful eyes glared up at me. Eyes full of broken trust bore into my soul and I felt my throat close up and my mouth dry out. “The Luna, although a wonderful woman, has a darkened past. One full of sorrow and heartache. She was not ready to be a Luna.” A voice from the crowd spoke loudly over everyone, making a hush once again fall on the crowd. The man stepped forward, I knew him right away by the remnants of scars down the side of his body. Scott, the young man that helped rescue Juvia the night she came to the pack.