Lorna Of Fiction Novels & Stories

The big hall filled with people murmuring became quiet and still the moment the old luna appeared, many of the wolves didn't know her, but they knew that only royalty makes annoucements so they all bowed in respect to her, her smile was warm as she asked them to all rise and relax. "it is a great honor and privilege to stand here again before my people, some of you can clearly remember me, to some i look very familiar but they cannot tell who i am and we still have the category of those who have never seen before: all these classification is based on age though. Those who know me will be wondering if it is really i or a ghost, but i assure you all, i am very much alive and strong. I have liv

"He said all of Karen's friends were allowed to come and stay here as long as they wanted. He also said it will be good for Karen's wellbeing since he believes they will help her regain her memories. The worker explained. Elinda sneered angrily, loud enough for everyone out there to hear. What the hell? She screamed inwardly. Since she wouldn't succeed in bullying Karen, she made up her mind to try and get as close as she could to her and make her believe that she was Alpha's fiancée. Since Karen had lost her memories, she believed she had forgotten the fact that she was once the Luna of that pack. The thing she was not aware of was that Karen had lost no memories and was just pretending. Ev

I sat before the dresser mirror to catch my breath, and the woman in the mirror stared back at me. Her lips were cold and purple, she looked gaunt and exhausted, as if she aged ten years in just a few hours. Her eyes were equally tired, and she made it seem as if living was a chore. After today, I wouldn't be that woman, and I wouldn't be the one in the luxurious silk and purple garments. I was neither the pitiful broken woman who was a pushover, nor the princess decked in luxury. I was Rona Campbell, the fugitive of blood wolf pack. I have enjoyed this luxury, and made good memories to look back on, enough to last a lifetime. I should leave before I sank further into the quagmire—before it

They stepped in like they already knew what to do. I stood quietly as they packed up my things. The room felt colder the emptier it became. Like it was disappearing. Like Ronan’s presence was being erased piece by piece. The new room was three times the size. The windows were tall, and the walls were decorated in gold. A fresh robe had been laid out on the bed — white with silver embroidery. Fit for a queen. A Luna. But I didn’t feel powerful. I felt invisible. I sat by the window, resting my hand on my stomach. I didn’t want this to be my child’s story — born into a lie. Born into a role that was forced on both of us.

I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing fear crawl across my skin. A low murmur ripples through the crowd when I lift my chin higher. Let them look. Let them wonder if the traitor’s daughter still has enough bite to scar a king. “This one,” the auctioneer croons, voice dripping honey and poison, “is pure-blooded from the old Moonglade line. Untouched. Spirited. A Luna, if broken properly.” A thick chuckle rumbles somewhere to my left. A wolf in a velvet coat runs his tongue along his teeth like he’s already tasted me.

“We have to show them the real memory.” “How?” Ronan growled. “Do we fight the pretty flute-boy?” “We can’t fight him with swords,” Liora said. “We have to fight his story with a better one. The true one.” She closed her eyes, pushing past the beautiful, haunting melody, and she ignored Nereus and focused on the cove itself. On the rocks, the water, the air, she reached for the memory of this place, searching for the truth beneath the lie. It was like trying to find a needle in a mountain of wool. The song was everywhere, smothering everything, she pushed deeper, thinking of Lytheria, not the peaceful, sleeping city, but a city in terror.

“It is one of the oldest myths in Lycoria. A human girl discovers she is mates with a prince, they fall in love, and by the end of the story she awakens as a White Wolf.” Kael stared at him. “That sounds ridiculous.” “Because it is ridiculous,” Rowan replied as he closed the book. “If it had been written last year, it would be shelved under romance instead of history.” Elena chuckled. “But it is about the First Luna.” “Yes, and I am saying it sounds like fiction.” “It did happen though.” Kael leaned forward with the confidence of someone who was already losing the argument. “Do not listen to Rowan. He does not believe in the power of love.”

Instead, I headed out to the training field, where I figured I'd probably find Gil, but only Lorna, one of the oldest mages on the island who lived in and worked for her room in the Villa was there, fixing some of the leather pieces on the training equipment. "Lorna," I greeted her, trying to mask the fatigue in my voice, and the old empath looked up at me. "Oh, good morning, Lyra," she beamed, turning to face me on the bench she was sitting on. Her weathered face radiated kindness, but my eyes were drawn to her hands as they fidgeted with the leather piece she was currently working on, as though she couldn't focus properly.

In the quiet solitude of her library, Luna expressed the intricacies of her emotions—the sorrow of Selene's departure, the honor of becoming an elder, and the responsibility that now rested upon her shoulders. With each stroke of the quill, Luna channeled the essence of the enchanted realms into the Book of Luna. The cosmic tapestry unfolded, revealing the interconnected threads of life, loss, and legacy. Luna's writing reflected not only the events but also the emotions embedded in each word, creating a profound narrative that resonated with the mystical energies of Nampa.