Lorna Of Fiction Novels & Stories

Lorna. She walks among the broken bodies now, her golden eyes sharp with purpose and her hands glowing faintly with healing light. Once a wolf, she understands their pain in a way I never will. And though her body no longer shifts beneath the moon, her spirit still howls when another wolf suffers. It makes her glow brighter, burn fiercer, and it makes me love her more than I know how to say

"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.

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.”

I’m so sorry, my Queen,” Amara whispered as she stepped into Luna Anita’s chambers. The air was heavy with tension. Luna Anita, seated in her high-backed chair, turned her cold, unreadable gaze on the girl standing before her. Amara trembled under her scrutiny, her heart racing with guilt and fear. For a moment, Luna Anita simply studied her. It struck her then—she hadn’t truly taken the time to look at Amara, the girl she’d taken in as an infant. Now standing before her was not the child she had raised, but a young woman of remarkable beauty.

"— very well, as expected from an Alpha who has a Luna without a wolf." "Watch your tongue, rogue..." Alexander butted in, his eyes flaring up in anger. "Don't you dare smear Dark Knight's Luna with that filthy mouth of yours!" "Then do your worse if you want my mouth shut." The rogue continued. "— that doesn't change the fact that your Luna is vulnerable even than an omega." "You asked for this, then so be it." Kenziel growled, tightening his grip around the rogue. The rogue let out a weak, ragged laugh, his body growing limp as Kenziel's grip began to suffocate him.

In the capital of Eldoria, citizens looked up as the night sky momentarily flared with a breathtaking, comforting warmth, casting out every remaining shadow of doubt. On the shore of the crystal lake, the stone bench sat empty, but the water remained perfectly still, reflecting the eternal light of the stars above. The story of Seraphina—the broken Luna who rose to become the savior of creation—had reached its final page. But the light she had brought into the world would shine, unbroken and beautiful, for all eternity.