Romans & histoires The Scarred Luna's Rise From Ashes

Do I look really ugly with these scars that I can’t be recognized after claiming that fact? A tear escape my eyes as the images of my past flashed back repeated. Where my pack bullies me repeatedly behind my father’s back. When I was supposedly enjoying my childhood with the girls of my age rather than locking myself up in my room. I was enduring everything since day one, making me look like a damsel in distress when in fact the Alpha could punish them for doing so. But I don’t want them to treat me nicely just because I am the Alpha’s daughter. I want them to see my worth as well as a werewolf, who deserves respect. Calypso, the only person whom I thought accepted me for who I am, and tru

While Luna Skylar started panicking, Anika rubbed her back. "Sky, there is no time to cry. They need us. What do we need to do?" Anika asked me after a prep talk with Luna Skylar. "I want something they really love. Their personal belongings. Something that is close to their hearts." I said and they both nodded their heads. They both ran out of the cabin. It nearly took them five minutes to come back. Luna Skylar brought the same bunny that Adam gave me while searching for Anika. While Anika brought me a yellow hoodie. I nodded my head and chanted a spell on both items. Both items started floating in the air. Anika grabbed two swords and two daggers before we all stepped out of the cabin. We

One moment, I was laughing with my friends at the Moonlight festival, surrounded by silver light and classical music. And the next, I was screaming. My skin was burning and the scent of my own flesh filled the air, twisting my stomach so hard I threw up. Alara grinned widely as she held the pitcher that once contained boiling water. “You thought you have it all but now, you don't! You're nothing, Violeta!” And she was right. The first time I looked into the mirror, I vomited. My once-perfect face was covered in scars. My once-perfect face was now twisted and ruined beyond recognition.

"They’re hunting for me… the Scorchborne. They’ve arrived at the temple ruins. And they’ve awakened something in the core of the crater. Something ancient. Something that should not awaken." Kai’s jaw tightened. "We require more information. What precisely did you witness?" But Luna was not concentrating on him anymore. Her gaze rose to the sky — to the moon that hung lower than usual, dimmer, as if its light was being drained. “It’s feeding on the moon,” she murmured. “Whatever they awakened… it’s utilizing the moon’s energy to grow.” Rowan muttered under his breath. “They’re attempting to weaken you.” Luna nodded slowly. “And they’re succeeding.”

Luca could tell she was still surprised. "I don't think you need to cover them up." Luca looked over at her, sliding his hand across the seat and hoping she wouldn't pull away as he took her hand. Tentatively she let her fingers intertwine with his, their hands resting, together, on her leg. "I mean, you can if you want to, but in our culture our scars show our strength and Dani you've been through so much and you've come out as an amazing strong woman who the Moon Goddess obviously thinks is worthy to be Luna of the greatest pack in North America. Those silvery scars represent pain, yes, but they also show that you are a survivor."

Water trickled down Ravena's tall, athletic body as she emerged from the stream. She looked at the body she was occupying. Her arms were covered in scars, some new and some faded. They related tales of struggles Ravena had fought and overcome. There was no doubting now that Ravena had been a warrior. Ravena had scars from battles and rage on her skin, unlike Selene, who used to have soft, unblemished skin. The weight of realization tightened in her chest. Ravena, Luna of Ridgewood, was no more. Her own soul was returned in the body of Ravena as fate had decided.

Claws gleamed on some hands. The lead warrior stepped forward. He was tall and strong. “Lucas! You were captured. Now you walk with the enemy? And her?” He pointed at Scarlett. “She stole our supplies. She attacked us.” Lucas let go of Scarlett’s hand but stayed close. “Listen to me. Scarlett is not the enemy. She is the true Luna. Her blood can heal this pack and make us stronger.” Whispers moved among them. A few wore stunned expressions. Head shakes followed, quiet but clear.

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.

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

Her heart clenched as she lifted her hand, realizing what those scars meant. “Luna, what happened to you?” Clar’s voice trembled with sorrow, her eyes filling with tears. “You promised me you wouldn’t get hurt. I don’t care if you don’t level up—I just want you to be safe. I want you here with me.” Luna, not realizing how much his journey had hurt her, lowered his head slightly. “I’m fine, really. Don’t worry. I’ve reached the peak of rank five now. I’ll protect you even better from now on. These scars... they’re worth it.”