Loona Butterflies Novels & Stories

They were all bearing the mark of the Luna. Hyacinth Luminar, the young girl with a rare power that comes from the bloodline of the Luna Luminar, a legendary Luna from the eighteenth century. From the moment she was born, the Moon Goddess already bestows her the sun, and the moon collided, and with the two enemies align, the light came shining on the newborn pup. Well, at least that’s how I remembered about Hyacinth's popular story.

I said her name, but she cut the air: “No. I am Islaith now.” Raised by crows. Trained by witches. Crowned by blood. Islaith bore a crimson brand, a Luna mark made by pain. She ruled a feral pack in the Ashing Vale, with only conquest. “Join me,” she said. “Or burn when I rise.” The moon turned red. Vaeron stood on the cliffs. His new Luna wept. “You still feel her.” “I do.” “You said it was over.” “I lied.” And when the red moon touched his skin, he whispered,