Romans & histoires Luna Battle: The Game Read Online Free

” He tells everyone, and they are all listening. “But, as I said. We now have only one battle left. That will happen in three hours, so everyone can stretch their legs, eat, and relax a little. Remember, if you want to see this fight between our Queen, and the Luna of White Moon Pack. Font be late.” He says and laughs, and everyone begins to leave the arena. I go to find Liv and find her in the room where the fighters have been waiting, between the fights. I pull her into my arms and hold her close, as another Alpha comes into the room. He is much younger than the other Luna in this room, and that catches my attention.

“But you didn't.” “Yes, I did.”No, you didn't.” “Yes, I didn't. Don't you see? I've won. I inflicted every wound you wear on your skin. I gave every drop of poison running through your veins and your ‘mate’ is about to make me his Luna.``Is That what makes you think you've won? You used trick's instead of doing it openly and that is how a loser acts. You are no different from a loser.“And?”

They fought not with blind aggression, but with calculated precision and a profound respect for the delicate balance they sought to restore. As the final battle unfolded, the clash of opposing forces reverberated throughout the cosmos. Beams of celestial light clashed with the writhing tendrils of darkness, each vying for dominance. The air crackled with energy, and the very fabric of existence quivered under the weight of their struggle. Luna stood at the forefront of the battle, her pack rallying around her. She unleashed her celestial powers, channeling the essence of balance and harmony that flowed within her. Her allies fought alongside her, their individual strengths combining to creat

Between Damien and Zephyr, between loyalty and desire, the battlefield was not just around us—it was inside me. The first assassin stepped into the clearing, blade gleaming under the moonlight. I clenched my fists, fire erupting in a brilliant inferno that swallowed the night. And as the battle began, I realized something terrifying and thrilling: the Luna was no longer a victim. She was a force of nature. In the heat of the fight, a shadow detached itself from the enemy ranks—someone I never expected. Their eyes locked onto me with cold, deadly intent. “Luna,” the voice hissed. “Your true reckoning begins now.”

Serena may have plotted, manipulated, and schemed—but she had not anticipated this: that I would rise, unstoppable, not for vengeance, not for glory—but to protect. “Then fight,” I said finally, stepping fully into the moonlight. “Fight, or leave. But know this… I am Fire-Blooded. I am Luna. And I am not afraid.” She laughed, low and dangerous, her figure retreating into the shadows, but I knew it was not the last I would see of her. Her war had begun. And so had mine. The legends had started. And they would remember my name. Serena declares open war. Across territories, whispers of the Fire Luna grow, spreading fear and hope. Ariana embraces her role as guardian, but the battle ahead will t

FLASHBACK — HELL, MINUTES BEFORE The battle reached a fever pitch as Luna, her eyes blazing with fury, unleashed a spear of moonlight that pierced through the chaos, aimed straight at Allistair. The missile hissing through the air made its way, its ethereal light a stark contrast to the darkness of Hell. Allistair, no longer constrained by the Seraphim sigils, absorbed the attack with ease. His Chaos surged, transmuting the celestial energy into something far more potent. With a flick of his wrist, he returned the assault a thousand times stronger, sending a wave of raw, unbridled power crashing back toward Luna.

"She's become the embodiment of light. Luna, you're our savior." Luna met their gazes with determination, her voice ringing with strength. "We can win this battle. Together." Energized by Luna's unwavering resolve, the allies prepared for another assault on Darius. With Luna at the forefront, they charged forward, their every strike imbued with her newfound power. The clash of weapons and the roar of werewolves filled the chamber as the battle raged on. Luna, fueled by her connection to the Celestial Garden, moved with a grace and power she had never known before. Her strikes connected with precision, each blow weakening Darius's defenses.

Alpha Brandon, the imposing figure who commanded respect from everyone in his pack, had been watching her. Even if I don’t manage to kill her, I’m sure Brandon will. It wasn't just a casual glance; it was a gaze that held both intrigue and suspicion. As we navigated through the bustling crowd, I couldn't help but marvel at the vibrant energy that coursed through the air: Wolf Warriors of all backgrounds and abilities gathered here, their eyes filled with determination and a hunger for victory. For a fight worthy to be witnessed even if they traveled so far. This was the proving ground, where battles were waged and legends were born. And I will be born here—as the first Luna to ever graced th

Sure enough, as soon as the voice fell, Clarissa appeared in sight, wearing a veil. “How dare barbarians from foreign lands dare to be so arrogant here?” Luna looked at the incoming person with disdain. “Today, we’ll fight another three hundred rounds to see who dies!” As she spoke, the tip of her foot tapped the wall softly, and Luna floated down. She landed gracefully on the ground and faced Clarissa from a distance, ready for an intense confrontation. A decisive battle was about to begin. This was the battle that would determine the course of the war! It was also the battle that would determine the future of Florence!

The clangor of war was deafening. Selene’s breath came in ragged gasps as she pushed through the crowd, her eyes fixed on the ridge. She should have stayed hidden. She should have listened. But every part of her screamed to reach luna. By the time she broke free of the fortress gate, the battlefield stretched before her like a nightmare. Bodies clashed in every direction. Arrows hissed overhead. The stench of iron and smoke filled her lungs. And then, there. Luna stood again, golden aura blazing brighter than ever, her cloak now singed but her fury undiminished. She bared her teeth at Callista, raising her sword. “You’ll not take this vale, witch!”