His Scarred Luna Novels & Stories

Making a turn, my gaze caught on my reflection in a silverware tray and the feeling of disgust also settled within me. The girl staring back had a terrible scar running from the left side of her forehead down her half open nose, half missing lips to the right side of her jawline. Although she could see fairly well, one of her eyes was misty like a dull cloud on a boring day while the other was a vibrant forest green. I was a deformed girl. A freakshow that had no business being at the Luna Queen’s birthday party. Especially, since she hates my family with a passion. “Are you having fun?”

Alec asked in the mind-link. “Of course. I’ll just lay there and you can do all the work.” I said as he placed me in the wheelchair. It was just outside the room so I saw Jasper walk up with the blanket. “Damn, luna. You look like shit.” He joked. Alec growled and I laughed. Which hurt. “Even half dead, I look better than you.” “Luna?” The nurse asked, she took a step back and looked at Alec. “What pack are you from?”

she said, glancing at me, “if you could heal someone that is close to death… maybe you can fix scars too.” The room quieted just a little. I followed her gaze and realized what she was talking about. My scar. The old burn mark that curved down from the corner of my jaw to my neck—a part of my past I had tried to hide but couldn’t erase. I instinctively reached up, fingers brushing the edge of it. I hated that thing. I hated what it reminded me of. Rachael tilted her head. “I’m just saying… wouldn’t it be kind of amazing if you could heal yourself too?”

"Scars are not just a sign of a life well- lived, but one's scars show that this person is a survivor. That they are stronger than whatever life could throw at them. So don't you ever think that the scars you carry because of your past make you any less worthy, instead, they indicate that you should be celebrated even more! And as for your capabilities as Luna, I have seen firsthand that you are empathetic and emotional without being timid or self- indulgent. At the same time, you are resilient and strong without being cold and unfeeling. It is a delicate balance that you somehow maintain effortlessly, and I have experienced recently that you don't mind breaking the rules for the sake of som

“T’'ll treat your wound. Let's clean it first, so it won’t get infected.” “Thank you.” Luna’s neck loosened up once Rhea and Celeste left. Rhea had said something about her sister. She wondered who the woman was talking about. After some thought, she shrugged and reached for her phone to call the makeup artist. Preston walked in and heard Luna scolding someone over the phone in a low voice. “| paid you ten thousand for a waterproof scar, not something that can be rubbed off without any effort. You even claimed that there was only one particular potion that could remove it. What do | do now that water has washed it away?”

Her heart clenched as she lifted her hand, realizing what those scars meant. “Luna, what happened to you?” Clar’s voice trembled with sorrow, her eyes filling with tears. “You promised me you wouldn’t get hurt. I don’t care if you don’t level up—I just want you to be safe. I want you here with me.” Luna, not realizing how much his journey had hurt her, lowered his head slightly. “I’m fine, really. Don’t worry. I’ve reached the peak of rank five now. I’ll protect you even better from now on. These scars... they’re worth it.”

Luca could tell she was still surprised. "I don't think you need to cover them up." Luca looked over at her, sliding his hand across the seat and hoping she wouldn't pull away as he took her hand. Tentatively she let her fingers intertwine with his, their hands resting, together, on her leg. "I mean, you can if you want to, but in our culture our scars show our strength and Dani you've been through so much and you've come out as an amazing strong woman who the Moon Goddess obviously thinks is worthy to be Luna of the greatest pack in North America. Those silvery scars represent pain, yes, but they also show that you are a survivor."

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.’’