Luna Wings Of Fire 소설 & 이야기

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

Lydia said. He turned instantly, a flash of relief crossing his face. “Lydia.” She stepped beside him and slid her hand into the crook of his arm. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to keep my Alpha waiting.” Nina’s smile faltered. “And you are?” “I’m Lydia,” she said sweetly. “Knox’s mate. His Luna. I think you’ve heard of me—or is something else the matter?” There was a pause—thick, uncomfortable silence as the word Luna settled into the space between them.

Mira set a bowl of honey at the fire’s edge, Rowan offered a braid of sage, and Xander pressed his hand against the unity stone with eyes that shone with tears. When her turn came, the Luna stepped to the bonfire. She dropped the crystal into its heart, and for an instant, the flames roared higher, blue and gold streaking skyward as though Aria herself had leaned close to bless the circle. Sparks rose, carrying with them the weight of stories and the promise of tomorrow. The Luna’s voice rose again, strong and unwavering. “The fire never dies. It becomes the light we follow. And as long as we remember, as long as we love, the darkness will never claim us.”

The wolves stumbled, hissing where my wings touched their smoky bodies. Slithering through the room was the architect's laugh. "All right. Indeed. Feel it. The fire was never intended to be merely a weapon. You are what you are.” Echoing their words, the shard pulsed more forcefully in its case. My chest constricted. The fire nearly escaped my control for a second, with wild arcs licking perilously close to Reyna. With her shield up against the flames, she yelled, "Xenia!" "Retain your position, not ours!"

One struck toward the boy, another to the girl, their blades poised to end fragile lives in an instant. Time slowed. Elena’s breath caught, and a primal roar ripped through her lips, echoing off the snow-covered trees. The fire inside her burst into life, a blazing inferno of raw, untamed power. Flames roared up from her palms, swirling like living creatures. She unleashed them with a force that sent the assassins reeling, their dark cloaks catching fire and their surprised screams shredding the cold air. The warriors faltered, stunned by the sudden blaze emanating from their Luna. Some stared, mouths agape, while others instinctively moved to shield themselves from the unexpected heat.

“He’ll make an example of everyone. Even the ones who looked away. Especially me.” Mara stood. “Then stay out of our way.” “I’m warning you,” Luna snapped, stepping closer. Her tone carried a rare authority, something primal. “If you light that flame, you’ll light his fury. And he’ll tear through this place until the ground drinks your bones.” Mara smirked. “Maybe the ground’s thirsty.” Luna stared at her, at the rage in her eyes, the bruises hidden beneath her sleeves, the courage that came only from despair. She had seen this kind of fire before. It never ended quietly.

You cannot… It didn’t finish, because the fire moved from us. The white blaze poured outward, sculpting itself into form. Wings, yes, but not of flame alone. They carried weight, shape, bone made of light, feathers cut from fire. They unfurled behind us, vast enough to brush the hollow walls, each beat scattering roots like brittle twigs. The girl gasped, her voice a ragged prayer. “Saints… you’re… ” But she couldn’t name it, neither could I.

Cassien's voice made me snap my eyes open and saw both of them hovering over me, still naked. “What happened to me?” I asked in confusion as I sat up. “Your wolf is back,” Lucien said with an awkward smile and I heard Kira, my wolf purr in agreement. “That's not it,” I insisted. “Lyra,” Cassien started. “Your Luna power awakened during your orgasm and the force threw us away,” He said. “It also overpowered your body and almost made you unconscious,” He added. “I didn't hurt you guys right?” I asked in fear but he chuckled lightly before flicking his fingers on my forehead.

The stench of engine oil mingled with the sweat of warriors, each breath thick, metallic—like swallowing rust. He stood there. The Alpha of the Thunderclaw Pack. Tall, commanding, all hard lines and restrained power. Beneath his black trench coat, the unmistakable build of an apex predator. And a few steps away stood me. The rightful Luna. Yet my eyes were empty. Not anger. Not resentment. Only the stillness that follows complete emotional cooling. I turned to walk past them. That was when the young she-wolf from the Northfall Pack laughed. The sound was bright, bold—openly defiant.

Cocking my head to the side, I looked at Luna Riley who had a grimace on his face. “She doesn’t care what we want. She makes her own decisions based on the path. The path that she sets out for all her children. Her wrath is swift and punishing. However, her love for her children is just as strong. I had hoped to see if there was something I could do and not involve her, but that isn’t the case.”