Phoenix Luna Scar Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Good day, all. I am Mary Vaughn-Hamilton, daughter of Gerald Vaughn, Alpha of the Phoenix Pack, but some may know me as the Luna of the San Francisco Pack. Before drafting this message, I battled with myself, because I was unsure if it was the best thing to do. It is now clear to me that I should never have allowed myself to be silenced. My story deserves to be heard.

Scarlett said remembering the emotions that she had seen that day in Candice’s eyes. “Because Zidane didn’t like to be associated with me. Most of the pack members who knew who I am are long dead, others are forced into silence. I couldn’t stay around the pack and do my best without keeping my identity a secret. Ever since your mother left and Zidane dragged me out of that dungeon to hold the pack together I knew I had to keep doing what a Luna does. Even if it was just trying to keep them safe.” She said gravely. Scarlett looked at the woman before her, a woman brave enough to go from Luna to Omega for her people. She felt growing respect for her even more than before. If it was not for her

SKYLAR'S POV:- I stepped out of the car as the driver stopped the car in front of the cabin of Celestial. I went towards the door and knocked at the door. In a minute, the opened and Celestial bowed her head in front of me. "You should have called me to your house, my future Luna." She said as she invited me in. I shook my head and followed her behind. She led me towards her living room and signalled me to sit down. I sat down on one of the couches.

Making a turn, my gaze caught on my reflection in a silverware tray and the feeling of disgust also settled within me. The girl staring back had a terrible scar running from the left side of her forehead down her half open nose, half missing lips to the right side of her jawline. Although she could see fairly well, one of her eyes was misty like a dull cloud on a boring day while the other was a vibrant forest green. I was a deformed girl. A freakshow that had no business being at the Luna Queen’s birthday party. Especially, since she hates my family with a passion. “Are you having fun?”

She had laid down and started whimpering. “Is she okay?” I heard Jasper ask. “She denounced her ties and is now officially a pack member. She needs to pass out but refuses to let go until I was calmed down. Everyone needs to leave so she can shift back.” “You heard the man, Luna needs some privacy.” All I could hear was footsteps as they left. Alec was still full of anger but he had finally refocused himself.

She could only force herself to retort, "Leonard, stop asking! I really didn't lie to you!" She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "Leonard, you're not scared, are you? Are you afraid Silvermoon Pack will retaliate? What are you afraid of? With me here, I'm a descendant of an Alpha. As long as you make me your Luna, no one will retaliate against you." She grabbed Leonard's trouser leg desperately as tears streamed down her face. Her voice was a mixture of tenderness and sorrow. "You love me, don't you? Please look at me and have mercy on me... We'll be together forever. We'll have everything..."

~Elena~ "Welcome, my future Luna." The words barely had time to settle before Crystal stiffened like she’d been struck. The air froze. Then— "Excuse me?" she snapped, voice like a blade, sharp and cold. Trevor turned, unreadable, but Crystal was already seething. "I am the future Luna," she spat, her fingers digging into Ryan’s arm like claws. "Not her." Her gaze burned into Trevor’s, daring him to challenge her. Daring him to argue.

“She’s my mate, Callum.” “What?” he breathed. I looked back at her. She was barely conscious, slumped against the cold wall. She looked so frail and underfed. Her breathing was shallow and uneven. I wanted to hold her. To shield her and tear apart anyone who had laid a hand on her. “Open this cell before I break it down myself,” I growled. And I could. I was an Obsidian wolf, one of the most powerful wolves alive. If they refused, I would rip the bars out of the stone and use them to crush their heads.

I exclaimed watching as the darkness in Scarlett’s eyes worsened the more my taunting continued, the victim act that she was playing not a moment ago fading and, in its place, the deepest anger. “Even though Dominic had pushed you away that day and told you never to attempt to seduce him again, you always have even more tricks up your sleeves and the longer he hadn’t found his mate, the more you thought he’d have no choice but to choose you… I mean why else are you not marked by your own mate yet? But little Scarlett, I’m here now… even though you tried to break me and kill me… I’ve gotten the final laugh in this little game. I am Luna of this place; Dominic belongs to me and you… you’re not

"— very well, as expected from an Alpha who has a Luna without a wolf." "Watch your tongue, rogue..." Alexander butted in, his eyes flaring up in anger. "Don't you dare smear Dark Knight's Luna with that filthy mouth of yours!" "Then do your worse if you want my mouth shut." The rogue continued. "— that doesn't change the fact that your Luna is vulnerable even than an omega." "You asked for this, then so be it." Kenziel growled, tightening his grip around the rogue. The rogue let out a weak, ragged laugh, his body growing limp as Kenziel's grip began to suffocate him.