Luna Park Train Fire Demon Novels & Stories

MAEVE "As you wish Luna" Beta Stimpson responded to my request. Why the heck was he calling me Luna? That was a question for later. For now we needed to hurry and get these women out of their cells. I was trying to ignore my racing mind as a fumbled at each cell, with the keys that had been handed to me by Beta Stimpson. How could I have been so naive! I was beginning to fall for my captor, not realising he was the reason for everything that had gone wrong in my life.

BRITTANY'S POV "So you mean to say we will not make them train as usual today," I asked my Luna in confusion as if she woke up on the wrong side. "Yes Bri" she confirmed for the third time. "I think she hit her head for real" Taylor whispered in my ear. I think so to Ty. I really do. "If you want to whisper then atleast have the decency to do in front of a human Tylor," Avy commented as she glared at him.

Slowly, he pulled down the collar of his tactical gear. My eyes narrowed at the sight. On Erick’s shoulder was a nasty, blistering burn, completely ruining his skin. The faint whiff of burnt flesh hit my nose instantly. "What on earth happened to you?" I asked, trying to keep a lid on my emotions seeing my best Hunter in that state. "Got this trying to fight off the guard wolf protecting Luna Lulu," Erick answered, catching his breath through the pain. "I went for the wolf, but I ended up taking a direct hit from Luna's fire magic. I didn't stand a chance against her power."

I fought, but it was useless. Above me, Dezecca watched, her expression crinkling with amusement. There was no hesitation in her eyes. No mercy. Just the quiet satisfaction of someone who knew they had the power to break another. The first lash hadn’t even landed yet. But the fear clawing at my chest made me feel like I was already bleeding. Perhaps, this place could be even more hellish than I thought. Hi lovely Lakers, yes I call my readers Lakers, are you enjoying the book? if so, support with your gems for more chapters and drop a hearty review as well.

Luna was becoming a seer. Over the next few months, the visions increased. Sometimes they were simple—Dante would come home with flowers (he did). Sometimes they were complex—a pack alliance would fail (it did). And sometimes, they were terrifying. "Mama," Luna said one night, her voice small and scared. "I saw my birthday. My fifth birthday." I went very still. "What did you see?" "Fire. Lots of fire. And you were crying. And Dada was holding something silver and crying too." Tears streamed down her face. "Why were you crying, Mama?"

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

The woman who stepped into the clearing wrapped her arms around the boy instantly. “Are you hurt?” she asked him. “I am fine.” She exhaled slowly and then looked up at me. The moment our eyes met the world seemed to tilt. Because the woman standing in front of me was Nia Isolde, my Demoted Luna.

But he shook his head and reminded me that the attackers only wanted the women. I grabbed Lizzy’s hand and began to follow our men to Uncle Luther’s safe house, but before we even got to the door, another dozen of Kane’s men walked in. And to my horror, one of them was very familiar. Kane’s men proceeded to easily overpower ours and the familiar man stepped towards us. “Greyson,” I gasped and he smirked. “Hello Luna, it’s been too long. I have been looking forward to seeing you again.” He said with a sinister smile.

“I know what you do. The Tip-Toe Shadow told me you’re a bad man. I want my daddy!” Luna was never invited to another party at her house or anybody else’s. When Luna the Lunatic’s mother died, her father tried to teach her how to handle the demonic on his own. “I don’t think they’ll hurt you,” he told his daughter one day. She was sixteen and had just run a demon down with the family car. “At least, not usually. You’re too much fun for them.” “Thanks, Dad. That’s extremely disheartening.” He put his arm around her. “Cheer up, sweetie. We can beat this, you and I.”

I have to resist the urge to compare Logan's traits with his, along with his confidence, his intelligence and the kind of security he gives me, because maybe it's unfair to compare a common man to a demon. It takes every bit of effort to rip my eyes away from his body and focus on staying calm like he suggested. The two stop by our table, one of them saying, “Look who we have here.” “And with a pretty lady too,” the other one adds. I cringe inwardly. I may not have the audacity to compare a commom man to a demon just yet, but nothing is going to stop me from comparing these two losers with Logan. It's like he's built different.