The Scarred Luna's Rise From Ashes Novels & Stories

"You said that I was just a human. You're right. I'm a human, and humans die. Estelle. Stop curing me." I bit my lips tightly. I could not leave her, I did not have the heart to let her die. "Go." I shook my head, crying as never in my life. I was tired of losing people. I was tired of this war. My brother was hurt, I had no idea of ​​the state in which Adrien was. The others kept fighting. The goddess Luna asked for a sacrifice to make favours. Ainsley had just sacrificed herself. It was time to charge in.

It ended up that the so-called dark Luna is actually a twin sister for Lucas's cursed mate, and she wasn't any better than him. She did not only stole life out of her sister, and kept her locked between two worlds ( living, and death worlds.). She even stole the mate of her sister. Being the sick creature she is, one mate isn't enough for her. As we agreed on what each of us shall manage, I moved on to start with the first move. The move inquires that I shall start by sparing some fake news about the cursed luna, which I did with all pleasure. Then, I started waiting for her to give the signal for our next move...

And if I can’t have you, no one will. But Kael was wrong. She wasn’t his. She had never been. And as she closed her eyes, a new determination took root. He had tried to destroy her, but he had only awakened her. The Luna’s revenge would not be whispered in the shadows; it would be roared from the mountaintops. And she would not be alone.

Luna got to her feet, breathing hard. “Then they can try.” He lunged again. She sidestepped, caught his arm, and used his momentum to slam him into the stone pillar. The crack was loud. Scar went down, dazed. Luna straddled him, knife at his throat. “Who sent you?” “No one,” he wheezed. “We just hate you.” Luna didn’t believe him. But it didn’t matter anymore. She ended it quick. --- By midnight, the packhouse was secure.

Smoke hung in the air, and the room fell into a breathtaking silence. Luna floated, her body bruised and battered. Just as the flame had begun, the smoke moved into her nostrils and began to come out in a rhythm. The amber light surrounded her, moving around like fireflies; it flew above her and stung her in the forehead. Luna's scream echoed around the room; the light passed through her, and from every part it took, scarlet light emitted from it.

Luna crouched in the corner, unharmed but screaming—*screaming*—as her tiny body convulsed. The branding scars on her back glowed silver. Anna gathered her up, rocking violently as Luna's claws tore her skin. "What's happening to her?" Olivia's hands trembled. "The fail-safe. Rachel must have—" Luna's spine arched. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Then,

I'm a healer. And I've been given a second chance. I'd barely opened my eyes on the border battlefield when the emergency transmission crackled through from the Healers' Guild. "Ivy Mitchell—get to the infirmary, now. The Alpha's been hit bad. You're the only one who can save him." The words hit me like a punch to the chest. Because I'd read this exact message before. In my last life. Last time, I'd dropped everything and rushed back the second I got the call. But by the time I reached the infirmary, the Alpha was already dead. And then—every healer in that room, including my own parents and my sister—pointed at me and screamed that I'd murdered him. The Tribunal sentenced me to death. The p

But I pushed it down, my resolve hardening. “All this because of my past?” I asked. “Because of your birth,” Cassius said bluntly. “Your history. Your lack of standing. Moonfall does not elevate liabilities.” “I love them,” I said. The words came out raw. “And they love me. I'm ready to learn, to prove myself. I'll do whatever it takes to be worthy of being Luna. For them, for Moonfall.” “Love is not a qualification.” Dimitri’s mouth curved but it was not in a smile. “You are not worthy to be Luna. Your birth is a void, you have no pack, no lineage. Your past? A failed marriage, whispers of weakness. Nothing can be done.”

It hit like a truck. My vision went black. I reached for the edge of the desk, anything to hold on to. “No… no. Why?” Why now? Why us? “Please, Luna,” the doctor said quietly. “The suppressant was experimental. Even with it, survival was unlikely. I’m sorry.” My teeth chattered. My lips trembled. And I just let the tears fall freely.

Her red eyes blazed as she pointed a finger at me, her voice cutting through the air like a curse. “You will never set foot in my home again, River Scarrow. If you do, I will wipe out every last one of your bloodline. Do you hear me?” I nodded in desperation. Her words sliced deeper than claws. My heart pounded in terror as I rose to my feet acknowledging the fact that the Luna had just spared me—but her promise was clear. Next time, she wouldn’t. My eyes strayed to Densmore and I found him watching me, his eyes void of emotion - a mask that warriors were trained to have.