Lana Pokemon Novels & Stories

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?”

Lana started to say, “You are so powerful, I mean I can feel how powerful you are. But it seems like your powers are inside a time-locked case. I tried to open them, but I can’t, that is the reason why I can’t determine the kind of mage you are. For now, you have the power to move things and create shields. For your attack, the light you have are like lightning. But instead of electrocuting the person that it hits, they turn into ash.” “She’s right,” Nikki agreed, “I mean the light. I remember Leon telling me what he saw during the battle with Archer. How you turn the enemies into ash.” “I never thought that power was like that,” I admitted, “Well I think of how to defeat them at that time b

After a long search with no lunch, she saw two teenage wolves playing in the sand, wild and free. “Excuse me,” she beckoned to them, lowering herself. They stopped playing and gave her their uttermost attention. Nonetheless, she could smell fear and percussion from both as they linked their hands while gazing at her. “I'm looking for Alpha Raven or Jack. Do you know where I can search for any of them?” “You're not a wolf,” the little blonde who had her hair braided in two piggy tails blurted out. Lana chuckled. “That, I know. But, I'm almost as powerful as a wolf,” she let them know. “I'm a fighter.”

Her feet carried her to the back of the palace where no one was. She sat on the grass weeping and looked up at the sky. "Why do I have to be a princess? Why didn't I just become ordinary? Why am I having such a hard time?" she asked, crying. "You are destined to be a princess so do what Bathala has set for you." She turned back to look from whom the voice she heard came. She saw a small flying creature. She wasn't surprised, she just stared at it. It is a Lambana. She held out her hand, that's why it stood in her palm. It has purple wings as well as its little dress while its hair is colored blue, it is a very beautiful creature. It flew closer to her and wiped away her tears.

Everything around me felt wrong, no matter how perfect it appeared. My eyelids lowered, and I whispered, “I don’t want to be the Luna of the pack.” Christina’s voice came at once, sharp with panic. “Why?”

She said as she shoved the omega to the floor. “Hey, that’s enough,” The Luna said. She was Luna of the pack, but right now, she was just a student here, just like everyone. She did not want to be seen or treated as anything more. “I will pay for your lipstick, Jessica. Just leave her alone.”

Athena looked at her daughter, lovingly. "Yeah, mom. Don't worry about it." "Asty." Noelle whispered at her. "Who's that girl?" Chaol's brief excitement turned into a scowl. He didn't like the way the woodcutter's shoulders were glued to hers and how he often brings his head behind her to whisper all sorts of God knows what. "She's Lana, my friend." she told him in a whisper too. "She's very good in the kitchen! She makes all sorts of ordinary stuff into a divine meal."

Luna was sitting outside on the bench, jotting down ideas in her notebook. Unaware that moments ago, a new magical beast that had yet to become domesticated broke out from the stables and was now on the loose. Luna was on her fifth paragraph when a bunch of terrified screams broke her out of her thoughts, raising her head to see what caused all this commotion. What she saw was a rampaging blue tiger beast that she recognized as a lanhu. A fierce breed of tiger beast, whose height could reach between six to eight feet tall.

I breathed shakily and tried to sneak away unnoticed but he gripped my side, keeping me plastered on the spot. His face neared my shoulder, the Obsidian gaze drilling holes in my head. “ Are you lying again, Lana? ” It was a sensual whisper, one, that forced the elephants to dance in my stomach. Once again, I must stick to Lana’s story. She was indeed a warrior, forced to drink multiple potions made by illegally residing witches to suppress her abilities so she could mate with one of the Lycan Kings someday. Her father truly had it all planned to make her bear a Lycan heir and seize power.