Lorna Of Fiction Novels & Stories

“Good morning.” Mira grinned at me. “Ready for another bruising?” “Ready to give you one instead,” I teased back. We were warming up when I overheard Lorna's name in between murmurs. I looked towards the direction the murmurs came, only to meet their gaze towards the direction of the gate. I followed their gaze, and there she was. Lorna. Her eyes locked on me instantly, she didn’t even glance at the other warriors. “So it’s true,” she said loudly. “The Luna has time to play with swords while the rest of us actually know our place.”

There were piles of books on her table, and there was a request for more books that she had drafted out. “My lady, let us leave.” Liora begged, following behind me impatiently. I checked through some of her books, and they were mostly fiction. My eyes caught a particular book under a pile of books, and I reached for it instantly. “My lady, you're going to get me killed.” Liora groaned as I picked up the book. “THE ADVENTURES OF LADY KILMARTIN.” I read out loud. “Huh?” Liora mumbled.

She hissed and walked off to her bedroom. Lorna was so pissed because Mason didn't satisfy her sexual needs and he left her with a burning desire. She slammed the bedroom door, threw her bag on the bed and fell back on it. “I am still in the mood! Gosh! Mason is so fucked!” Lorna grumbled as she stood up from the bed again. Her gaze flickered on her slender fingers and she smiled. “This pretty fingers can be of help to my body today.” She dipped a finger into her mouth and licked it seductively.

Luna's face transformed with such pure joy that my heart ached. "She made a noise. Did you hear? She's so perfect." Luna looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. "Mama, she's so perfect and tiny, and I love her already." I took a picture with my phone, capturing Luna holding newborn Alice, both their faces showing the vulnerability of new life and fierce love. A moment of pure hope in the middle of preparing for war. That night, Luna finished the blanket. She worked until dawn, stitching protection wards with shaking fingers, whispering prayers to the Moon Goddess over each symbol. When she finally collapsed from exhaustion, the blanket glowed faintly with magic.

I slowly spin a pen between my fingers while staring toward the large palace windows overlooking the front grounds. “Maybe she’s trying proving herself,” I mutter aloud. Onyx snorts loudly. “Or maybe somebody’s trying killing her.” Yeah. That thought crossed my mind too. A sharp knock suddenly breaks through my thoughts. “Come in,” I call out distractedly. The office doors slowly swing open. Then in walks Lorna wearing barely enough black lace covering anything. Well. There went my concentration. “My king,” Lorna purrs softly while closing the office door behind her. Onyx groans dramatically. “Ah yes. The kingdom’s greatest threat. Another desperate female.”

I yanked my hand away and stumbled backward. “You are mistaken. I don't have a wolf, so I can't have a mate,” I said quickly. “That doesn't matter,” Ronan replied in frustration. “It does,” I snapped, my voice breaking. “You are an Alpha, a soon-to-be Alpha King, and I'm the girl everyone pities. How can I become your Luna and assist you in royal duties when I have no wolf?” I hastily walked away from him before he could reply because I knew I would completely break down if I stayed any longer.

A dance of eyes and unspoken words, a dance of dreams and longing, a dance that was a mystery and a promise, a dance that was theirs and theirs alone. In a world that seemed determined to break her, Gideon's watchful presence was her anchor, her unspoken dream, her secret hope. A connection that defied explanation, a longing that transcended her reality, a love that was waiting to be found. Lorna was more than just a friend to Avla; she was a beacon of light, a bridge to a world that seemed otherwise inaccessible. Outgoing, vibrant, and fearless, Lorna stood as the antithesis of everything that Avla was. She was the laughter to Avla's silence, the courage to her fear, the warmth to her chill

The moon goddess is strong with the tide and her bonds with wolves are eternal. I can hear Lady Luna's thoughts as she leads the Wolf People Clan and unicorns to war. Her thoughts are loud and tell me her story. She fell in love with a sea captain and when he wouldn't marry her, she became heart broken. His name was Duncan McGuire, he was an Irish smuggler. When a ghost came to kill Duncan, Lady Luna, whose mortal name was Mary Douglas, sought to protect him. Protect him she did. When this other ghost tried to kill Duncan she stepped in the line of fire and died so that his life could go on.

the Fae Queen links her arms around mine as we walk out of her room. On the way to meet the Oracle, she told me stories about her childhood, explained she was a troublemaking child and how her behaviors would give her parents and the kingdom a headache. She loves to travel between her world and the human world. I can imagine what I just witnessed her transforming into a child. Then she explains how she met her husband, Ragnor. He was her knight and much older than her. He was eighteen, and she was twelve. A six-year gap, but the Queen starts how he would protect her and put up with her naughty acts. As she grows older, she sees a different side of Ragnar. Not as her knight but as the man, sh

“Lia’s death wasn’t the work of my pack. In fact, the truth about her death lies much closer to home than you realize.” Caleb’s heart raced as he struggled to process Damien’s cryptic statement. His mind flashed back to the night Lia died, the betrayal, the anguish. Could it be true? Had he been wrong all along? As Caleb grappled with Damien’s revelation, another memory surfaced—Eliana. Her face, her voice, her presence that felt so hauntingly familiar. The oldest wolf’s words echoed in his mind: The Moon Goddess granted Luna to be reborn but with someone else's body.