The Scarred Luna's Rise From Ashes Novels & Stories

She groans and grunts trying and struggling to get up, but an invisible force seems to be holding her down. "I am Luna Scarlet of the Shadow pack, your kyria mou-árchontas. Today is the Red moon festival and also a joyous day for me." I stretch my hand, drawing a moon shape on her head. "I will let you go. Now sleep and free them all." Her eyes close slowly, and she slumps to the ground with a thud. Did she just...? Shit. What have I done? ★★★★★★ "Will she be okay?" I ask Liliana. Who in turn sends me a comforting look.

I would become Luna. Damon’s Luna. I had waited years for this. I had held on to that hope even when the whispers started, even when the looks followed me wherever I went. The pack house was already awake. Movement filled the halls, voices rising, footsteps passing quickly. Decorations were being placed, flowers carried from one end of the building to the other. Still, the whispers found me. “They say she’s cursed.” “She’s not fit.” I heard them. I walked past them. Damon chose me.

It’s fire. It’s Silvara. She rises within me like a tidal wave, giving me strength. Her presence is a comfort, but also a challenge. She’s not here to hold my hand—she’s here to make sure I never fall again. I shut off the water and wrap myself in a towel. My reflection stares back, cheeks flushed, eyes shining like amber caught in flame. This isn’t a broken girl anymore. This is the Luna of the Crescent Moon pack. This is the daughter of the moon goddess. This is a mother who will destroy anyone who tries to take what’s hers.

“I have teeth.” I stood, body pulsing with the remnants of the lunar burst from earlier. My fingers sparked with white fire. Damon had taught me pain. Kael had reminded me of love. But this new version of me—this Luna? She was born from the ashes of both. And she wasn’t afraid anymore. Damon emerged from the shadows, flanked by two enforcers. His lip was split, blood staining his jaw, but he was smiling. “Touching,” he said, his voice a low mockery of concern. “But futile.”

Even though we had casualties, most of the men on the floor were from the enemy’s side. “Bastards!” The Gamma spat out as we watched the remaining few of them retreat. I snickered and hissed simultaneously. There was no way I was going to allow any of them to get away so fast. I needed to know what was going on and how to be able to tackle the new enemy in the picture - the one who was holding my Luna captive. And to be able to do that, I needed to know exactly what was going on and how she was connected to Alpha Cyrus and why she was more than happy to help him.

She felt no remorse when she convinced the shaman to poison and betray her best friend Clarice. Her best friend's death sealed her fate as Alpha Bruce's wife and Luna. What is there to regret? After all, in this cruel world, only the brave, the bold and the wicked will stay alive. The weak and dumb will be eaten alive and perish into oblivion. Delighted with her triumph, Luna Aurelia looked at the blue sky above, thanking the Moon Goddess for making her dreams come true. Her scheming heart has no regrets, because she justified her actions by believing in the saying that says, 'The winners take all!'

A nameless exile. She looked at her reflection in a small puddle of rainwater. Her eyes, once bright with the hope of a future Luna, were now shadowed and hard. She took a sharp stone from the ground and, with a steady hand, drew it across the faint, silver mating mark on her neck—the one Kael had given her during their first, innocent night together. The skin broke. Blood dripped down her collarbone. The physical scar would hide the spiritual one. If she was to survive, Ariyah the Luna had to die.

She traded her brilliant future for his life. Pulling Julian from a burning car cost Nora her career, her mobility, and her peace of mind. Guilt-ridden, Julian married her. He built a safe, padded world to care for her broken body—paying back a life-or-death debt with zero actual love. Then his long-lost first love returned from Paris. Clara claims Nora’s care is holding her back. She convinces Julian to strip away Nora’s comfort and ignore her desperate panic attacks in the name of "tough love." While Julian turns icy cold to his wife, he showers Clara with romance and expensive gifts. He thinks Nora is trapped. He’s wrong. Silently, secretly, Nora just accepted a dream offer in Londo

I loved it but I knew it was also because he was worried that either his mom or Sabrina would come for me again. But what he didn't know was that, if they did, I would be ready this time. He told me all I needed to hear. I decided I was going to fight for us. The thought alone was supposed to be scary but if anything, I felt empowered. I was tired of being pushed around when I didn't even choose this fate. The moon goddess placed me right where I was and I was going to fight to stay there. I was fated to be the Luna of the Death shade pack. I wasn't about to ridicule our goddess’s judgement by running away like I always do.

Liora wheezed, eyes watering. “You… can’t… touch me…” she choked. “I’m… the Luna…” Scarlet laughed. “The Luna?” Scarlet spat. “You’re not a Luna. You’re a fucking parasite wearing a title like perfume.” Liora’s eyes flashed with hatred even as she struggled to breathe. Scarlet’s grip tightened just enough to make her vision blur. “Tell me,” Scarlet demanded, “or I swear to the Moon Goddess, I’ll make you beg for the death you couldn’t give me.”