Lina Fortnite Novels & Stories

Lina just stares at the ground. "Lina." "I did nothing wrong. Someone had to break the piñata anyway. Why did she have to call me a weirdo?" Lina argues. "But she apologized," I tried calmly. "You should apologize too for upsetting Sarah... and your friends." "They’re not my friends," Lina snaps again and then runs off towards the tavern. She physically looks like me and everyone can see that. But I think I’m the only one who’ll be able to tell that that’s a miniature Kane scampering right off.

Lina instinctively shrank back behind Vincenzo, peeking at me like a frightened rabbit. "You… You've misunderstood, Freya. Vincenzo and I are just friends," she softly explained, voice trembling. "Just friends?" I let out a quiet laugh and raised my phone, pulling up screenshots from her feed. "Would friends put his contact name as 'Don Mio'? Would friends take 50 thousand dollars as her monthly allowance? Would friends sleep together and go on a holiday at Myradi?" The color was drained from Lina's face. She couldn't get a single word out.

I sat in my study, reviewing reports from the territory borders while digesting this unexpected development. "I never imagined Liza could make connections with the royal line," I remarked, setting aside a scroll. "I've heard the Princess Aurora's daughter does not befriend just anyone—she and Liza must have a special connection." The thought filled me with an unexpected pride. When Liza had first returned to us, I'd harbored serious concerns about her ability to integrate into pack society. Raised in the wilderness, without proper education or training, how could she possibly navigate the complex social hierarchies of the Northern Territory?

The days blurred into a rhythm Lina was slowly growing used to—at least on the surface. Each morning started with formal duties as Luna: she greeted members of the Green Moon Pack, attended meetings with Dane and his advisors, sat through discussions about land borders and rogue threats, and managed household affairs with quiet efficiency. She spoke only when necessary, smiled only when expected, and carried herself with the grace and pride of Alpha Jackson’s daughter. But beneath the surface, something was shifting. Quietly. Slowly.

The man beside her added quietly: “But the rogue army is larger than they thought.” A heavy silence followed. No one spoke. No one breathed. Everyone in the room knew what that meant. More danger. More risk. More uncertainty about who would return - and who wouldn’t. I felt my heart thud deep in my chest. Orion was out there. Fighting. Leading. Commanding. And Cain, too - terrifying, unbreakable, merciless in battle. Jessa caught the sleeve of my dress gently, grounding me. “They’re strong,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. “The Luna trained half the warriors herself. She’s never lost a command.”

The pack led by a ghost from the past who was supposed to be dead, Sebastian Knight. I looked at Liam. “You think he’s still alive?” “Every time I’m sure he’s dead, something makes me doubt it again. This pattern of concealment. only he could do this.” I glanced toward the medical tents. Lina sat on a folding chair, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was staring blankly at the forest, as if hearing something no one else could. I approached and knelt in front of her. “Lina, sweetheart, are you feeling better today?”

, Fredrick informed her, “Yeah”, Sarah was still mad at him for showing off but the reason for her not so enthusiastic reply was because of the particular Luna he had mentioned; Luna Fiona Ranger, she did not trust that woman one bit. She could still remember the day that she had seen her claw the luna queen purposely but feigned innocence. “I am guessing you are not a huge fan of her”, he chuckled as they entered the building, “Not in the slightest bit”, “Is it because she is friends with the luna queen”, he teased her, assuming she did not like Fiona because of jealousy and envy,

Since she promised to take her somewhere they haven’t been, it looked like the club was one of them. “Leave him to me, Celine. I will deal with this idiot, doesn’t he know that you are also capable of affording being in this place. Why did he judge us on face value” Lina was ready for a fight, she wasn’t going to leave things like that.

Let’s go home then," Fredrick told her. He helped her carry her handbag and opened the room door for her. "You both are abandoning me here." Lina asked with a sad expression. Shawty smiled at her. "You can call me if you need to see me," She told her. "You gave her your number?" Fredrick asked. Shawty nodded. "Don’t disturb her too much with calls, or I will block you myself," Fredrick warned Lina. Lina looked at him with a disbelieving expression and asked, "Am I still your cousin?" She asked. Frederick snorted, "Of course you are not," He said, leading Shawty outside.

"If anyone asks, you were only delivering blankets. Nothing more." The southern pass was cold and dark. Lina had left the supplies with Ronan hours ago. She had let him hold her and kiss her forehead and tell her he missed her. She had smiled, it didn’t reach her eyes. She had lied to him, telling him she was going back to the fortress to rest. Now she stood alone at the edge of the tree line, the letter seated in her cloak. A figure emerged from the shadows. Tall, broad-shouldered. Dressed in the dark leather of a Nightfang warrior. But his eyes were—too sharp, too hungry. A rogue wearing a borrowed skin.