Lorna Of Fiction Novels & Stories

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.

I say and she gave me a really shy smile. I was carrying Gracie around while I was checked on everyone around the shelter and I saw a couple of people with injuries. So I grabbed the first aid kit and I went to one woman with a deep gash to her forearm. "Hi. I'm Tessa." I say when I approach her. "Luna." She says baring her neck in respect. "No. It's just Tessa. What's your name?" I asked. "I'm Brielle. I'm an Omega. A cook in the hospital kitchen." She says.

“One piece of advice, Liora, don’t be so foolish as to believe anything that fraud said. The prophecy is true, but it was never about you. It was always Ariana.” His voice grew steadier, almost reverent, as he continued. “Do you know what I felt when I met her? A bond that was pure, steady, divine. Ariana is everything a Luna should be, noble in spirit, graceful in carriage, born of strength and dignity. She carries herself with the bearing of a queen, not like…” His eyes flicked over me, cold and dismissive. “…not like a desperate little Omega girl playing at things far above her station.” The words pierced like knives, each one carefully sharpened.

I said before anyone else spoke. Her mouth curved. Not a smile. More like a test. “The wolf who carries a Honshu.” Her voice was low, musical, and too smooth for the wreck of the house behind her. “And the panther who plays at king.” Her gaze cut to Krav. He didn’t flinch, but I felt the ripple go through him. Curt let out a low whistle. “Well. Guess she remembers us after all.” “I remember everything,” Lorna said. She stepped forward until she stood at the edge of the porch. Bare feet. Anklets made of bone. “Why are you in my yard?”

I’m really confused. Aish, what a mess! Suddenly, Luna’s presence startled me. She chuckled. “Don’t think too much about what I said, Leena,” she said, and sat down beside me. “Hmm.” I nodded reluctantly and looked at her with curiosity. Sometimes, my twin is really mysterious and that scares me. She’s like a different person sometimes. When she became a goddess, she knew a lot of things now. She can read a person’s past and future like an open book. A hidden secret couldn’t even escape with her eyes that see through the soul.

She shows me things. Not visions — impressions. The specific weight of every failure. The safe house burning. Elena's face at the gate. Darius across a table telling me I would never be Luna. Seven years of not being chosen. The specific small humiliation of learning that everything I thought I was had been constructed around a lie. She is very good at this. She has been doing it for a long time. I go somewhere very small and very cold. Then — Kael.

"Not in any of the old stories. Not in any of the texts Lysander has read. Not in all the centuries since the first wolf." "Then I will be the first," I said. "The shadow always finds a way. It always comes back." That night, I dreamed of Lorna. She was standing in a field of ash, her white hair floating around her as if she were underwater, as if she was not bound by the same laws that held the rest of us. Her eyes were black, depthless, the same black that had filled the king's eyes, that had filled Marcus's eyes, that had filled my own shadow before I pushed it out. Her crown of thorns was gone, but her smile was the same—a wound that would not heal, a wound that had been festering for ce

The woman shouted, and while I knew I could take her down quickly, that I could turn that knife on her and bleed her dry in her own home, I stepped back. Lorna cried out, curling onto her side as he held her hand to her chest. Weak. “I’m not leaving here without my necklace,” I growled, squatting down to get closer, wanting to look her in the eyes the next time she lied to me. “She already said she doesn’t have it!” The woman shouted, but I didn’t take my gaze away from Lorna’s. “That’s the thing about Lorna. She has always been a good liar.” I watched as Lorna’s eye flickered to the side briefly, and I licked my lips. It was here.

I was so overjoyed to know that she was still alive. Lorna was once a slave inside Prima Tierra. She was a dutchess' daughter. Prominent and rich. But because of the war, she was captured with the rest of her family and slaved to death. She escaped long before we did during Alpha King Iramus' reign.

“When you finally saw him again, was he as disgusted to see you as I was? Did he read that letter to you?” My teeth grit together. How dare he mock me? Isn’t it enough that he already got everything he wanted by completely destroying any hope of me being with Elijah? Of having a better life for myself, one that wasn’t endless punishment? He chuckles to himself. “I have to admit, finding someone to mimic your handwriting was hard. But wouldn’t you know, my sweet Linda was so good at it she didn’t even need to trace over the letters to get them perfect. And isn’t she just a perfect Luna for Elijah?”