Latna Saga Wiki Novels & Stories

"How desperate! The last words of a dying goat? I killed the King, and enjoyed doing it, the last prince will be executed tomorrow. And, I can't wait to drink your blood... It will be a great accompaniment to the meat for my birthday." "And it will be the birth of your death and downfall too. Finally the Athmata will find a way of purging out all imperfections, all impunity. A savior will arise, and he'll come with a new dawn, darkness will not stand him, it's all written in the Oracles of Times." "Who will save you woman? I love seeing how you throw the last kicks as you drown into extinction. You and all your line. I'll have a show to show you tomorrow- how will you love seeing your son's

She was also thoughtful, kind that her presence attracted other Lunas to befriend her, plus she is on par with a contender named Gregoria. who was ruthless and her finness made her more unapproachable. * * * About the Luna, Gregoria was the last of her pack that was assassinate during the Great Fall. She was alone with only riches and the loyal guards that protected her. Her pack was once the most feared among the region but it was wiped out by the neighboring invaders that attacked in Hervia, the soul and heart of the her country name Deovnir she has experience horror, loss and anger all her life that her aura was the most frightening and sad. Cicillia tried to console her but she Gregoria

Read and break seams and nets and return herself and her people as a guide to safety. Talia’s heart jolted. Amalia. Her father’s sister. She had thought she had no other kin but Alina. “And four,” Howell said. “The Luna Trial. Traditional. Luna versus Luna. Weapons permitted. First to yield loses. Killing forbidden. Permanent maiming forbidden. Disfigurement may result—allowed.” The chamber gasped as one. Steel chairs creaked. Someone’s claws scraped the floor. Lucian’s shoulders locked, cords in his forearms taut. Frost gathered behind his eyes.

"Latore, please. We are still young, you can still meet so many she-wolves. And I may not be your fated mate. Never make a promise if you are not sure if you can keep it. A promise is like a seal, unbreakable.” "That's right, baby, that's right. That's why I promise to make you my Luna. You must wait for me, on the eve of my twenty-first birthday, then I will wait for you here in the pack. Just wait for me. Promise.” They rest their foreheads against each other. "Okay, I will wait for you, Latore". When the girl returns to her friends, Adlin and Xena, they curiously ask what Latore wants from her. Xena is the daughter of Eclipse Howl's Betas, Jace and Rachel. She is a hybrid, Rachel being a

Her aura expands, pushing back the corruption, the falsehood, the shadows. The witches recoil. Latifa covers her face. “You’re not Queen,” Lumina says softly. “You never were. You just fooled enough people to believe you could be.” “No!” Latifa screams. And then she lunges. But Lumina doesn’t step back. She doesn’t flinch. She meets Latifa head on. Power against power. Bloodline against ambition. And when it ends, it’s Lumina still standing. Latifa lies in the dirt, trembling, her magic broken.

The bell rang through the room… "Stop it now," Luna Nico's voice rang. She was agitated as well as displeased. How would the whole alpha fight over a mere matter? She created space, picking Latisha through the crowds. "Accept or reject him now," it was her fate to decide, it was her mate, and it was her destiny. "I, Latisha of the Dawnhill pack, sister of alpha rowen and the great granddaughter of king vermosa accept Greg of the Red Moon pack to be my mate!"

SYRA “Blessed Luna?” Luiz let out a sharp chuckle, setting his glass down. “What the actual hell did I miss while being locked up in this room?” Linda walked in, settling a tray of coffee on the center table. “So… what exactly is a Blessed Luna?” she asked, curiosity peeking through her usual calm demeanor. “It’s an urban legend among the wolf clans,” Jackson chimed in, grabbing a mug. “A powerful figure, born with unmatched abilities. Supposedly destined to rise when the wolves are on the brink of collapse.”

Agatha raised her another finger, “Second, for your information, I’m Latina’s godmother. Even you won’t tell me to help you get her soul back, I’ll do it on my own. That’s already been decided when I sneaked inside your petty village.” “Oh? I wonder how you sneaked inside the village. So, what’s the third?” Delia asked. If there’s someone who knew Agatha the most, that would be her. She could tell that her sister wanted to say more. “Finally, Latina is beyond salvation. I’m afraid we can’t do anything to save her,” Agatha bowed her head. “The red Lhaphrite that suppressed Latina’s power was broken. Even if it’s not, her power is bound to awaken. I think this is not the first time she went be

the one with short blue hair stepped forward, “I am Mira. We know you don’t remember us, but we don’t mind. We promised to be there for each other, and a loss of memory won’t take that promise away.” Luna stood up and walked towards them. When she saw their text yesterday, she didn’t expect them to be these figures. Laeticia was a famous songwriter who made a name for herself four years ago when she was fifteen, and Mira was the daughter of one of the founders of Lukewood. “Hello,” she muttered, and they both jumped into her arms. “Jesus, Cal, don’t ever scare us this way,” Laeticia sniffed her tears. Mira pulled her arm.

Tears kept flowing down her eyes At the sound of her voice, Stephanie spoke up grabbing both their attention. "Larissa " Larissa looked back at Sergio wondering if he has some mercy left deep in him, she turned away her face away from him towards Stephanie then back at him before running towards Stefanie. She didn't know what to do now, her mind kept searching for any ideas to get her and Stephanie out of this mess but only one thing clicked for now was to save Gaetano's young sister