Nova Lane Novels & Stories

After they say goodbye, I sped off down the surrounding narrow country lanes back to our grounds. I check the rear-view mirror to see both girl’s eyes are glazed over which means they are mind-linking one another. Judging by Jeremy’s reaction as he turned 18 at the stroke of midnight, he had found his mate and my new Luna was sitting behind me. For some reason Jeremy and Willow hadn’t told Lizzie and I wouldn’t go against them, they must have their reasons. We had been driving for around 15 minutes when I slow the car down to turn a sharp corner. Suddenly, I notice skidded tyre tracks on the road ahead and a car upside down in the field adjacent. I stop the car completely.

It was unlikely to be Jake Hanson, although she didn’t know who might be driving this way. There was no other house on the hill, only Nana’s. It stood alone like a watchtower, and even though there was plenty of space to build more homes, nobody had. The car pulled even with her. She could see the hood just out of the corner of her eye—a wide, black sedan. A male voice called, “Hey, Lauren.”

Nolan leaned against me as we waited for the car to pull up and take us to our home, for a long-awaited rest before our week of glorious fun with a 7-year-old. "We are good here Mr. Johnson, thank you.", Nolan said as Mr. Johnson got in with his wife to head home, Nolan opened the passenger seat for me as I climbed in and immediately took off my too-high heels. Nolan got in the driver seat and started up the engine, as he started looking at my blistery feet. "Don't look at my moldy feet", I told him as he looked away and kept his eyes on the road as we exited the large, white gate that opened up to a busy highway filled with flashing lights and billboards.

Wrapping herself in a warm robe, she made her way to the bathroom, eager to rid herself of the remnants of sleep and embrace the day ahead. Turning on the faucets, Delaney adjusted the water until a comfortable warmth filled the room. She undressed and stepped into the inviting steam, feeling the tension melt away as the hot water cascaded over her body. Each droplet felt like a brushstroke of warmth against her bare skin. Lost in the soothing rhythm of her shower, Delaney let her thoughts drift, contemplating the weeks that had passed since she left the Castlevania pack. As a former warrior within their ranks, she had grown accustomed to a life of relative ease. But with the recent threat l

“Tell me. Who is he?” Brian’s silence was louder than the gunfire. The stranger yanked her forward again, dragging her toward the light. And when they rounded the corner, Nicole’s blood ran cold. A camp. Hidden in the hollow of the ravine. Crates stacked high, weapons gleaming under the dim glow of lanterns. Half a dozen figures moved in the shadows, rifles slung casually like they were waiting for her arrival. Not hunters. Not mercenaries. Soldiers. The man at her back grinned, pressing the blade harder. “Welcome home, Luna.”

AUTHOR'S POV Heavy June rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the underground bar, drowning out the low thumping bass. Yvonne crossed her arms over her expensive trench coat, shivering as the damp, stifling humidity clung to her skin. The subterranean tavern smelled of wet dog, stale beer, and raw ozone from the thunderstorm raging across the city. Sitting across the sticky wooden booth, a man with a jagged scar down his neck lazily counted the stacks of crisp hundred-dollar bills. Securing her position as Luna meant cutting out Chandler’s obsession at the root, and this human mercenary was the only blade sharp enough to do it.

“I think she didn’t die, she is back. I said and he took a swift turn to look at me before signalling with his hand asking who was back. “The rightful Luna of the Pack and betrothed to the Alpha Karl is back but the only thing is she has lost her memory and can’t remember anything, I even heard Alpha Karl call her Avery I guess it’s a name he gave to her to have an identity,” I said waiting for a reaction because we had somehow plotted and I had made sure to do the job of taking Naya Rose the supposed Luna out and so she wouldn’t ever come back but I was wrong I didn’t kill her.

The tingling in her body multiplies when he pulls her close and leaves a kiss on her lips as soon as the judge signals him to. "I present to you the new leader of Redwood Wolves, Luna Selene Blazeheart," the elder announces, and gradually, everyone begins to applaud. Selene can sense that not everyone is pleased, but she hadn’t expected much anyway. She knows that, in time, they’ll see in her the Luna they’ve longed for.

“Who are you?” I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I had slipped up. It had been one stupid, careless mistake. My heart raced as I scrambled for an explanation, but nothing came to mind. The last thing I wanted was for him to recognize me as the Luna who had supposedly died—hell, even knowing me as Nyx was dangerous. He would figure out who I was, and that would be the end of everything. Ronan Garrick. Alpha Ronan of Silver Hollow pack. The man who had requested to see me the night I had died. My biggest enemy ㅡ well apart from Davis and Elaraㅡ he was in the pack?

I have learned to embrace that I am not going to be alone in this. For today, we are having burgers and fries and lots of steaks. As for me and Zayn? Oh we are not going anywhere. Because he is mine and I am his. Oh, and also, Did I tell you that I am the new Luna? There you go, Scoot.