Luna Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

With each step, we got closer to Clearwater – closer to my past, As the familiar scents of Clearwater territory began to reach us, I steeled myself for what lay ahead. The girl who had fled this place in tears was gone. In her place stood a warrior, a Luna, ready to face whatever challenges awaited. With Xander at my side and the strength of the Blackstone Pack behind me, I prepared to confront my past and fight for our future. Whatever the coming battle might bring, I was ready.

Damien's voice held a warning. "What? I'm just saying what everyone's thinking." Sophia's smile was razor sharp. "She can barely walk. How's she going to survive out there?" "That's not our concern anymore," Damien said coldly. He focused on Elena. "I called you here to make things official. Marcus, read the decree." Marcus unrolled a formal document. "Let it be known that Elena Winters, formerly Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, is hereby banished. She has seven days to leave pack territory. Any attempt to return will be considered an act of aggression and dealt with accordingly."

My name is Aria Nightshade. Daughter of Alpha Lucien Nightshade, the only heir to a bloodline that ruled long before I was born, the future of a pack I once believed I would lead. But that was before I chose love over everything I was meant to be. And this… this is the story of how I lost it all, and how I took it back. I remember the night everything began to fall apart. I was lying in Damon’s arms, my head resting against his chest as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat filled the quiet room. The curtains were drawn, allowing only thin strips of moonlight to spill across the bed, painting everything in soft silver.

She looked just like Jet and Megan so I assumed she was Justina. “Whoa, Luna, your hands are on fire!” Wade rushed to the bathroom. Looking down at my hands, they had little blue flames dancing in my palms. My first element. Excitement flooded my veins quickly, but the fire disappeared at the same time. Flipping my hand around, the fire had disappeared. Where did it go? My anger had vanished when I saw the flame, so maybe I need to stay angry or control my anger to control the flame? “Here! Put your ha… where did the fire go? Why aren’t you burned?” Wade had grabbed my hand and was flipping it around.

And the council fell silent. That night, Luna dreamed of fire. Not destruction—but rebirth. She saw herself standing in a field of ash, her hands glowing, her voice echoing. She saw Aria behind her, holding a child with golden eyes. She saw Kaelion bleeding, Lucien burning, Sera screaming. And she saw the Blood Father kneeling. Then she woke.

Then controlled the other wing back to the courtyard as she laughed. How?! She is the reincarnate of the Destroyer!!! Skylark screamed inside as a single tears dripped out of both eyes, almost crashing down the courtyard's ground, Wren unfroze the wings before swinging him towards Luna then she effortlessly landing with a kneel and the loosened pieces of blue fabrics around her hands laid on the ground, she smirked, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear then raised up her satisfied face to Luna carrying sniffling Skylark putting his thumb in his mouth as he murmured,

My gown burnt and my crown glowed red-hot. “You stole everything.” She screamed like an angry ghost and raised her hand. I stood there charred and frightened as I watched greenwood burn behind her. It was like the day we lit the stake. it was so real like it was happening again—but this time, worse. The pack house collapsed in flames. Wolves ran, screamed, but thaila just stood there, on the ashes of my kingdom like it was her birthright. “I am the true Luna,” she said, her voice low and final. “You would never be.”

That is what I love about Vivian. Sure she may be a spoilt, shallow, immature woman and yes she may not the brightest bulb but she is everything I want a woman to be. Submissive. Regina has always had too much willpower for my taste. But Vivian has always been easier to manipulate, to command, to control. And that's why she won the right to stand by my side as Luna. Regina can keep being the barbaric warrior she is. She can keep using her strength to bring my pack to it's true glory. She can keep thinking I would crown her as my Luna at the end of the war.

Her words struck deeper than the pain itself. In the reflection, I saw myself. A wolf of fire, glowing yet fragile, half-consumed by her own devotion. “What am I supposed to do then?” I whispered. [Live. For yourself. And for the pup you carry.] I drew in a long, steady breath. The flames around me slowly dimmed. For the first time, I didn’t want to die, even when the world begged me to give up. I was no longer the Luna of Emerald Earth. I was Lulu—the fire wolf who would endure, even when love extinguished its own light.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.