Lana Pawn Novels & Stories

Willow POV “Remove it!” “Pardon?” Lugh’s sister Orla said to me. “I want it gone!” I demand. “No!” She responds coldly. “No?” I stand up. “Wils what are you talking about?” Brett holds my arm. “The magic. I want it gone. I’m done. I’m done being a puppet. I want it gone now!” I scream before collapsing into Brett’s arms and sobbing into his chest. He strokes my hair softly to comfort me.

I could hear in my own words just how arrogant I sounded. “My name is Beta Devon, Luna.” He bowed his head once more. “Alpha, Beta, Luna… I feel like I have stepped into some cheesy Greek teenage fantasy drama! I didn’t want any of this, you know. The titles. The turning into a wolf the moment the full moon appears.” I couldn’t help myself. I was acting like a petulant child. But I just didn’t care. My life had taken a complete turn, and all I wanted was to get back on the tracks I was on. Everything just came bubbling out.

Lana apologized, no remorse on her face though. She clumsily tied up my palm. “I don't want you dripping blood all over the place,lest you die from blood loss.” “What did you want to do with that?” I asked, looking at the blood in her hands. “Didn't tell me? You want to use that for that fantasy of bringing back the harbinger?” I did not expect Lana to actually nod to my statement. Well, even if she nodded, that would still mean nothing! Without Cayden and the interference of Ann, she would never be able to get her grand wish of a hundred man strong army.

POV: Lana “I can’t believe it’s live,” Mara murmured, handing Lana a fresh cup of coffee. The bitter steam curled into the morning light filtering through the small apartment window. Lana stared at her laptop screen, the headline glaring back: “Unmasking Control: The Silent Chains of Power in Modern Industry”. Her essay, carefully drafted, meticulously edited, and courageously submitted, had gone live hours ago, and already the world was reacting.

Slowly, I stood and peered into the shadows. A small figure emerged with an air that felt familiar. A young healer, judging by the herbs tied to their belt and the soft glow of salves in their satchel. They froze mid-step, as surprised to see me as I was to see them. “Uh… hello?” the healer asked cautiously. “You’re… new here?” “I am,” I said, lowering my hands. “I mean, not new, but… returning. I’m Lana.” Their eyes widened slightly at the name. “You’re the Luna? The one who returned with Alpha Warren?”

Tali's POV He glances over at me, and I can see it’s on the tip of his tongue to send me back, only I widen my eyes and try to look pitiful. “Please, Luka? Five minutes to see a cabin and I promise I’ll go back to the house.” He wavers. “And I’ll go right up to bed. Promise.” I cross a finger over my heart for added benefit. “Pinkie swear.” His lips curve in a reluctant grin. “What are you, five?”

She’s not going to let her trick her with her words. “Lorcan and Raven had already marked each other. It doesn’t matter even if you have your father’s permission and the approval of Lorcan’s parents. Raven had already ascended as the Luna of the Moonvalley Pack. There’s nothing else you could do about it,” Celia answered firmly with her fists clenched together. Celia laughed. “You really had no idea, did you?”

He called, but I immediately stood up and rushed into the bathroom to throw up. … "Thank you so much, Charlotte, for hurting Alex that much and making him realize that I'm the perfect match for him. You getting mated to him was a mistake, and everyone just realized it. All thanks to you, Alex finally mated with me. Just wait until I get pregnant, I'm kicking you out once I become the real Luna of the red bat pack," Ariana leaned to my face and said, an ugly smirk etched on her face, before straightening up and began walking away.

“I’ll tell you what it really means to be a horrible person. “I know of a person called Lana Lane. She’s only two years older than I am, but just like me, she started living the same kind of rough life as I did at a young age. “Guess how much she makes a month? More than twenty thousand dollars! Not only did she sell her body, but she also set up honey traps and scammed people. “You know this. You handled her case yourself! Meanwhile, I don’t even have one hundred dollars in my savings account. I got hit, and I don’t have any money to get my wounds treated. Do you think I’m like Lana?”

I asked, my quill hovering over the parchment as I prepared to mark her status. "She is," Marta nodded, a grim smile touching her thin lips. "She’s thirty now. Works in the repair bays near the stables. She’s the one who fixed the iron runners on the supply sleds last week. She doesn't talk much, Moana. When you’ve spent sixteen years staring into a coal furnace expecting a whip if the fire dies, you lose the habit of conversation." "She won't have to look at the furnace anymore," I murmured, dipping the quill into the black ink and drawing a neat, firm circle around Lana’s name. Survivor. Retain for restitution.