Luna Wings Of Fire の小説・ストーリー

I look down at Luka in my arms once more, feeling him become weightless, the use of his power knocking him out, and it terrifies me at how much it hurts my heart to think about causing him injury. When my flames wrap around Luka and me, the lava returns to its natural state, covering both of us as it sinks us to the bottom of the river. With my flames now protecting Luka, I unfurl my wings, planning on using them to push us through the lava, but the pressure of the lava is too heavy, and my wings cannot move. Reluctantly I release Luka from my hold, letting my flames hold him against me as I begin to swim through the lava. I'm moving slowly, but the lava acts as a partial shield between Luka

--- Two days later, the sky split open. Dark clouds swirled as the witches descended from the mountains, riding waves of shadow and fire. Their queen emerged last—cloaked in violet and gold, her eyes glowing like twin eclipses. She didn’t speak. She only raised her hand and sent a wave of black flame barreling toward our gates. But I was ready. I stepped forward. The Luna within me rose, wrapped in moonlight and blood. My hands lifted, and with a scream, I called on every part of me—every broken bone, every tear, every ounce of strength I’d ever known.

Lucious’s soldiers smashed through the weakened flank, Torren’s wolves darted in with ruthless precision, and Kael drove into the heart of the enemy like a blade. I raised my hands again, gathering the flames, shaping them. This time I didn’t just burn, I struck. A great serpent of fire uncoiled from my arms, hissing across the field, scattering soldiers as if they were leaves in the wind. The battlefield turned. Where there had been despair, now there was hope. Where there had been fear, now there was fire. I was no longer the girl haunted by shadows. I was Luna. I was flame. And as the enemy broke, as their lines bent under our combined force, I saw fear in their eyes. Not of Kael. Not of

Luna raised her chin, Energy whirling around her akin to a tempest. "Indeed," she murmured, "I exist." Then the universe burst forth in a blaze of silver flames.

Luna smirked. Feeling insulted, the man releases a dark fire but Luna dodges it using her white fire. They attack each other while moving swiftly. Luna purposely let the man’s attack wounded her. When her wounds heal quickly because of her white fire, the man is stupefied. He doesn’t know what Luna could still do.

I let it move through me instead, the way I had learned to let all difficult things move through me, without giving it the satisfaction of my voice. ††††††††††††††††††††††††† We made camp that first night in a clearing Aveline knew from some older journey, sheltered enough for a fire, close enough to water for the horses. Eldra set wards around the perimeter, murmuring words I did not recognize, her hands moving with the precise economy of someone who had done this many times in circumstances far worse than this one. Aveline told a story over the fire, about her own first year as Luna, a disastrous diplomatic dinner where she had insulted an allied lord without realizing it and spent the fol

That was weird—both Oliver's disappearance in thin air and Lars's hysteria. Lars is usually a very calm and collected wolf. It is why we were meant for the role of Gamma. The role of Gamma was to protect the Luna. Not many people realized it, as my father keeps himself professional in the public eye, but my dad and Luna Margie were best friends. They spent a lot of time together, strictly as platonic friends, but they went everywhere together. They shared many of the same interests and read the same books, even comparing perspectives.

“Pretend you never saw me. Pretend I’m dead. Whatever you need to do to be able to put it all behind you.” “Freya…you’re my real Luna,” I said quietly, and Freya stood there, jaw slacked. I needed to convince her, but how? She was being so goddamned obtuse and weird which made me want her even more. The burning desire flowing through my body and my wolf beckoning for me to reach out and take her into my arms… but I couldn’t just do that. I had to be patient.

The attire covers almost my entire body. I took a deep breath, then unbuttoned the front of my shirt. One by one they were all open, then I took them all off until they fell to the floor. There, I was surprised by something I didn't expect. My breathing became heavier as I groped my right chest. “How come there's… nothing? There's nothing. I don't have the mark...?" **This is the end of Season 1 of The Forsaken Luna's Burning Love. Thank you for riding this story together. Hope you all enjoy it to the fullest. Look forward to the continuation of their story in the next season.**

"When I lost my pup, I hurt far more than this. Even if you die here, Damon won't turn back." Yuna gritted her teeth, refusing to make a sound. The quieter she remained, the more furious Vera became. The next second, Vera suddenly pulled the wick from the lantern and threw it toward the corner of the basement, where old wooden crates and dry hay were stacked. Flames shot up with a roar. Yuna's head snapped up. Vera stood before the fire, a twisted smile on her face. She murmured, "Let's see who Damon will save when it counts most."