Phoenix Luna Scar Novels & Stories

I saw a name I hadn’t seen in a long, long time. She was someone I thought I could put behind forever. Her ghost didn't come to hunt me but she made sure not to leave my life. My jaw tightened. My hand stilled. “…Her?” I asked, voice tight. “Yes,” the investigator said. “Violeta is her daughter. The Luna who ran. The Luna you said betrayed you.” I clenched the folder tightly and shut it. I pushed it away like it was burning me. “She had the child?” I asked.

he said. The silence that followed after was deafening. I expected nothing less, but a small part of me had just hoped that maybe, they would be welcome to the idea of choosing me over Sabrina since I was his actual mate. But I was wrong, very wrong. “Did I stutter?” Xander must have noticed the situation of things and swooped in immediately. “From today onwards, Kieran is the new Luna of our pack and you will all treat her with the respect she deserves”

Her screams faded into nothing as she finally passed. After a few weeks, I knew exactly what I was going to do. But I needed a little more time. The ritual was a lot more complicated than expected. But I knew that she was the key, I already knew when she was going to become Luna, she was already Luna but it didn't seem so pronounced. She was the last one of her kind. I just needed to figure out a way to get her off alone. Then I knew the answer to what I was looking for, it was her peace.

"Scars are not just a sign of a life well- lived, but one's scars show that this person is a survivor. That they are stronger than whatever life could throw at them. So don't you ever think that the scars you carry because of your past make you any less worthy, instead, they indicate that you should be celebrated even more! And as for your capabilities as Luna, I have seen firsthand that you are empathetic and emotional without being timid or self- indulgent. At the same time, you are resilient and strong without being cold and unfeeling. It is a delicate balance that you somehow maintain effortlessly, and I have experienced recently that you don't mind breaking the rules for the sake of som

But there is something different about Alicia that I saw, and that is what attracted me to her even more. Her face was once very beautiful, but the scar now makes her look otherwise. However, that's what I like about her. She's not like the others who had a thick layer of make-up on their faces and foul smelling perfumes on their bodies. Alicia was all natural, not pretending to be what she wasn't. Now this is one girl I can't allow to get away from me. She is going to be my mate. She is going to become the Luna of this pack. “This pack needs a Luna. As the Alpha I need support in leading it. The females of this pack need someone to look up to. Ever since father resigned and his mate followe

The girl siting next to me kept glancing my way smiling. As she was grabbing the chemicals. I watched her closely grabbing some weird looking orange juice mixing it with some thick green looking substance. " Don't mix that Luna.." the girl whispered. " why? " I asked with a raised brow. " and my name is Scarlet.." " yes I know but you are my Luna.." She smiled. " Whats a Luna?" I asked. " You mean Alpha didn't tell you?" She looked at me wide eyed. " Who is Alpha?" I asked.

But anger, cold, focused, dangerous anger. Someone thought this would scare her. Someone believed her past still controlled her. Someone had made a very serious mistake. Luna picked up the bullet and held it tightly. Then looked toward the dark city beyond her windows. “They want my attention.” Alexander watched her carefully. “And?” A slow smile appeared. Not Luna’s old smile. Not the gentle smile she once wore as Desmond’s wife. This was Phantom’s smile. The smile people feared. The smile that appeared right before worlds burned. “They have it.”

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.

"We have not stepped foot into your territory, and don't plan to, unless she does." Alaric’s jaw tightens. “She’s under your protection?” “She is.” I watch my twin carefully. His hands flex, his shoulders tense, and his wolf presses hard against his control, wanting to run, to chase, to claim. He doesn’t. “And who exactly is she to the Phoenix pack?” I ask. The pair look at each other for a brief second before turning back to us. “She’s the sister of our Luna.” That lands heavily. I don’t look at Alaric, I don’t need to. I can feel the moment the realisations sink in.

"You're not thinking clearly. The stress is all too much. Let’s help you." Luna’s laugh edged toward hysteria. "You want to help me? Then leave. All of you. Get the fuck out of my room. Or better yet, just kill me already. Put me out of my misery. At least then you two can play house without having to pretend you give a shit about me." "This is my pack house, my territory. You don't give orders here," Damon said coldly. "I am a Princess of the Southern Lunar Kingdom," Luna’s voice was steel. "And you'd better remember that before you speak to me like I'm nothing!” She spat.