Rise Of The Forsaken Luna の小説・ストーリー

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.

“Zade needs an heir to succeed him. Whoever gives him an heir first will become Luna. Once you are pregnant, Zade will have no choice but to make you his queen. As you know, in our pack, a child born out of wedlock can never become Alpha. Do you think Zade would let his son suffer that fate?” She hesitated, her eyes flickering with doubt. “But he's already found his mate. Shouldn't she be the one to give him an heir?” “Like I said, Talia, this plan solves two problems at once,” I said, hoping silently that I sounded persuasive enough. “Once you’re pregnant, Zade will have to make you Luna. And once you’re in that position, you can convince him to banish Lenora from the pack. It’s the easiest

"She... tried... to merge... with the ley line before..." "Yes," his mother continued. "She performed a forbidden ritual, trying to fuse her soul with the central ley line. Gideon stopped her, but not before half of Luna’s soul was absorbed. Since then, she disappeared. We thought she was dead. It turns out... she survived inside the ley line, learning, growing, and now she has emerged as the 'Awakened Eye'." Siron looked at the Soul Flower. "And now she wants to unify everyone?"

“My name is Alora Darian. First and only child of the Alpha of the Crimson Order Pack, I am The Moon’s curse and the Alpha’s fate. On the eleventh night of the seventh moon, in the eighteenth year, beneath the blood moon, the dormant blood shall awaken. The true Luna shall take her first form, and the howl of her becoming shall echo through the veil. She dreams now, unaware…but the moon remembers.” Alora’s POV

The group moved with skilled speed, collecting weapons and supplies for the upcoming trip. As I helped coordinate our forces, my mind raced with memories of Clearwater. The abuse I went through, the feeling of being alone, and the deep hurt from Asher turning me away. But along with these sad memories, there were also brief moments of kindness – friends who attempted to assist me, and older people who were nice to me when they had the chance. I pushed the memories aside, focusing on the present. Whatever awaited us in Clearwater, I was no longer the weak, abused girl I had once been. I was Aurora Nightshade, Luna of the Blackstone Pack, daughter of the Moon Goddess. I had faced my fears and

His aged eyes, darted from face to face as he sank into a chair. “Everything is a mess,” Selene said. “Pack members are dying in their numbers. Those creatures are wrecking havoc. Lance sighed. “Everything happens for a reason. When you broke the seal, Selene. You unleashed them. They existed before werewolves. Centuries ago the first Luna and the moon goddess sealed them. They're called the Abyssborn and now, they are back.” Ethan's eyes narrowed in surprise. Rylan and Kieran exchanged troubled looks.

Elena Frost was her chosen candidate. She bore a rare ancestral wolf bloodline—one said to steady an Alpha’s power. Yet when I met her, I could barely feel her aura, so faint it was almost absent. And when the elders chose her, I could not fathom why. She was no vision of strength, no beauty to command a room—only a body weighed down by weakness, a Luna unworthy of the title. For Grandma, she embodied the ideal Luna. For me, she was a parasite clinging to my name, feeding on what will never hers.

“Leave me! Let go of me! Do you know whom you are trifling with? I'm the future Luna of the Crescent Fur Pack!!” "Enough!" Logan finally shouted, stepping forward. Just minutes ago, he had been trapped in thought, staring at the version of Rhea that stood before him. She had changed. She wasn’t the weak girl he used to control. She wasn’t his Luna anymore. The guards of the Golden Claw Pack, the most powerful and ruthless pack in the world now obeyed her command, making obeisance to her. “Rhea, let her go. Now. And I will overlook this…..”

Blood, so much blood, soaking into the earth. I tried to look away but couldn't. My dream-self was frozen, watching the carnage with horror and fascination. Then a figure emerged from the battlefield. A massive white wolf with eyes that glowed silver-blue, larger than any of the others. It moved through the chaos untouched, and where it walked, both wolves and vampires stopped fighting and knelt. The White Luna. A voice echoed across the battlefield, ancient and powerful: "The White Luna shall rise when the world stands at the brink. She will unite the children of night and moon, or she will destroy them all. The choice is hers, and hers alone."

Aria stumbled back, clutching her head as visions exploded behind her eyes—visions of fire, of broken bonds, of packs falling one by one. Rezar turned, eyes glowing with corrupted light. “You can’t stop it now. The spell has begun. The blood of the Luna will feed the rise of the New Order.” Kael lunged forward, but Rezar vanished in a flash of smoke, leaving behind only the echo of his laughter. The altar crackled with dark energy, the runes now glowing a sickly red. Aria stepped toward it, her breath coming in short gasps. “He’s corrupted the altar. The Luna’s bond… he’s trying to sever it from the Moon Goddess.”