Lorna Of Fiction の小説・ストーリー

"Why?" "Because I am the grandwitch," Lorna said. "I am the magnet that holds us all together, even if we are 'retired' in quote, or scattered all over the world... we are still witches." Draco nodded. "But Vladimir could not have known about any of this, could he?" Anna asked. "Maybe he saw the resemblance I saw now between you and Annika," Lorna said. "He knew her?" Anna asked Ina shocked gasp. Lorna chuckled. "She made him. She started the evolution of every supernatural."

She navigated through the labyrinth of illusions, her heart pounding with anticipation. Finally, Luna emerged into a chamber bathed in a pale, eerie glow. There, standing in the center, was a figure shrouded in a mysterious woman with flowing silver hair and eyes that mirrored the depths of the cosmos. "Who are you?" Luna asked, her voice filled with both caution and curiosity. The woman smiled gently, her voice carrying a bittersweet melody. "I am Elara, the Keeper of Lost Souls. I have watched over this realm since time immemorial."

"You tell such lies with your beautiful mouth." Lorna doesn't fight him. Her hands go around his neck and she holds on tightly as he backs her into the wall. His hands disappear underneath the regal purple fabric of her gown and her eyes flash black before they roll back in her head. "I hope the Goddess punishes you for your cruelty," she whispers, even as a moan slips her throat. Jealousy nips at me and I turn away, swallowing. The feeling doesn't make sense, just like my being in this place and time.

Dorothy closed the book that rested on her lap. "Do you believe in this book?" Dorothy asked. With no hesitations, Luna nodded. "Not everyone was given the eyes and the mind to believe the impossible. But like lola Marina, I am." Luna said with a genuine look of honesty on her face. She felt bad making Dorothy sad and she disapproved of the reality this piece of literature faced. Dorothy's small lips slowly arched up and a small laugh followed, "You're young, but I can sense that you are not saying that out of naivete."

She said and pulled her out of the noisy hall even though she kept staggering due to how drunk she was and her right hand was trying to hold her steady. They entered a quiet room that wasn't too far and Luna closed the door before turning to her right hand. She took the bracelet from her and closed her eyes. She saw an image of a new born baby and she knew an alpha was born. He needed to be mated immediately, she smiled as she opened her eyes and staggered off to the chair in the room and sat down "an alpha has been born" she said and summoned on her right hand to come closer "get the destiny booklet"

Third Person's Narrative; The Moonfang was a beautiful pack. A pack so peaceful and tranquil, that it was the perfect setting for any fairy tale. This ethereal pack created so many beautiful stories, but one particular one stood out. And that was the story of Princess Aurora. A story that was just as beautiful as it was heart-wrenching. A story just as intoxicating, as it is captivating. Aurora's story is a story that stands out from many others and shows the depths of a woman's heart. How deeply it can love, and how deadly it can scheme when hurt. After all, hell hath no fury like a scorned woman.

This outsider has no place here. My heart sank at her words. Some people didn't want to accept me after all. When I was about to go, I came across the female wolf. When I saw her closely, she was even more beautiful, but the mean look in her eyes was clear. “So you're the new Luna,” she said, her voice full of venom. “I'm Lyra. I hope you realize what you've walked into here.” Before I could respond, Lyra leaned in close, her voice dropping to a hiss. “You don't deserve to be Luna. You're nothing but a cast-off from another pack. Xander deserves better.”

“Leave now, Farah! We’ve done our part. We raised you, educated you, and treated you like our own daughter, but you’re nothing but a snake—a termite slowly destroying our family.” Farah’s tears, initially fake, now seemed genuine. She was confused, desperate to understand how Lorna knew the truth. Who had told her? How had she been exposed? “Aunt Lorna, I don’t understand. I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m not trying to destroy you,” Farah stammered. “Not doing anything wrong? Are you seriously going to keep lying? Are you going to keep manipulating us?” Lorna shot back. “Why are you trying to ruin me?” Farah snapped at Arwena.

Noelle was sitting in the garden outside since, after getting married to Ronan, she had tried all of the things she thought she would be good at and could end up as a business for her, but it turned out that she was not really a good businesswoman in the end. She looked down at her laptop that had been taunting her for the past hour with the cursor blinking rapidly in her face. She heard that writers made a bank of money and now she suddenly wanted to be a writer, but she did not even know what she was supposed to write. Her brain was devoid of all emotions.

Wake, child of the Crescent. Her chest tightened. The same words, the same pulse, the same call had haunted her ever since she touched that ancient book. The next morning, she joined Loretta in the garden. Luna was pruning roses, her gentle hands moving as though she had done this her entire life. She looked up and smiled. “You didn’t sleep again,” Loretta observed softly. “Your eyes carry the weight of a thousand thoughts.” Liora hesitated. She wanted to speak, to pour out the restless tide within her, but words stuck in her throat. Loretta must have sensed her struggle, because she brushed her hand against Liora’s cheek in a motherly gesture.