Phoenix Luna Scar Novels & Stories

Alastor’s eyes flicked once to the deformed crying faces of which two had already become unconscious and said, “Death would have been too easy a punishment for the years of torment that they imparted on her. Vevina knows that well and so she gave them scars, just like they gave them to her to remember this memory for the rest of their life as long as they look at themselves in the mirror or close their eyes. They would forever remember this moment, remember her and regret what they had done while living with the same regret, shame and pain until their very last breath.” Jax had clearly underestimated his Luna. He hadn’t thought her to be capable to have thought so far but now that the view w

A pack Luna or next in line Luna is a prize and if any of our pack's enemies has her it would end badly. “Please go search for Luna and warrior Phillip, twenty minutes has gone by already.” My worst fare that I didn't know I had was coming to life, warrior Phillip was being helped over to the café with blood stains on his shirt and a swollen face. The café owner who is a werewolf also closed the doors and contacted the mall manager, he came quickly once he knew what happened. All the bile from my stomach raised when I heard Phillip speak.

She tilted her chin upward, her lips meeting mine in a deep, possessive kiss that sealed the promise under the morning sky. The phantom ache of her silver scar was completely dead, replaced by the burning, unyielding strength of the Midnight Eclipse line. The vipers had run out of territory, the contracts were burned to ash, and as the wind rustled through the western fields below us, I knew with absolute certainty that the future of the Crescent Warriors belonged entirely to my Luna.

“Becoming Luna Queen of Moonfall? It's so much bigger than anything I've handled before. I was Luna of Whitebrock, sure, but that was one small pack, one life. This? This is the entire Lycan nation. Everyone will talk—whisper, judge, question if I'm even worthy after everything with Zane, the divorce, being seen as... stained.” “Fuck what everyone else thinks, Camille,” Arlo said, his expression a mix of frustration and tenderness. “The elders, the packs, they can gossip all they want. We've got the power to make this work. You're not stained; you're a survivor, stronger than any of them.” Kael shot him a sidelong glance but nodded in agreement, his tone measured.

I begged, losing my footing the minute I stood up but thankfully the doctor caught me. “Of course. I’m so sorry there’s nothing more we can do,” he said quietly, leading me into Niko’s room. And there he was. On the bed. His wolf lay still—its fur the exact same shade as mine. He had fully shifted. ““Please. If I go find Torren now, will it still work? He can do something, can’t he?” I begged, clutching the doctor’s arm. He only rubbed my shoulder gently, “Luna… if the research team already had a stable suppressant, I promise I’d fight for it. But right now, there’s nothing. And even if we had it, the success rate was always uncertain.”

I agreed, "Alright." "Moriah's face was sprinkled with a special kind of wolfsbane by me. This wolfsbane is a collection of various itch-inducing components that even werewolves find hard to bear. She'll be itchy for a long time," Zoey said, her hand playfully slipping through the gap between the shirt buttons, "Is this doing something wrong?" I stiffened and said, "No, she deserved it." Zoey seemed to think of something, reached into her handbag, took out her phone, and called Ariana, "I just saw you got scratched by Moriah. I'm kindly informing you that Moriah has a contagious condition. You should go to the hospital and take preventive medication."

Luna was crying silently . She didn't knew what wrong she did in her past life .She lost her family and lived a hard life as a orphan. Today she is caged and forced to marry a devil. why was her life so hard ? Why can't she live her own life peacefully.

TALON Sunlight rays filter through the windows, casting a warm golden glow across the room. I stir from sleep, feeling the warmth of Phoenix’s body pressing against mine. Her breathing is soft and peaceful, an obvious opposite of the chaos that has surrounded us these past few weeks. I stirred slowly to stare at her beautiful face, her golden hair spilling over the pillow like a halo. She is my mate, my Luna, my everything. Last night, as we gave ourselves to our bond, I was reminded yet again of how much she means to me and how much our bond has grown. She’s strong, and brave, and shows extreme loyalty. These are qualities I admire in her, but they also scare me. Phoenix is fearless, even t

"No buts. He's my mate and that's fate. End of story." "So- you're the Luna of Blood Moon Pack?!" At the moment, the world stood still. I'm.. the Luna? I had forgotten. I had forgotten I was supposed to be the Luna. A Luna. I threw a shattered glass at him and it scratched his face. "Hey! Anna! What the hell. This face costs a fortune you know!" "Like anyone is gonna see it." "Tsk tsk." He got up and looked through the windows. "Beautiful view you have. "

He went down screaming. Jace took a hit to the ribs, but kept fighting. Red Fang wolves were stubborn like that. “Scar’s in the packhouse!” Kade yelled over comms. Luna broke away from the fight and run. The old packhouse stank of smoke and rot. Scar stood in the center of the main hall, blood on his hands, grinning like this was a game. “Well, well,” he sneered. “The dead girl’s back.” Luna didn’t answer. She attacked.