The Scarred Luna's Rise From Ashes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Especially if I'm going to be Luna here. I took a shower, hearing Brendon come in only moments after I got in to shower. He brought my products to me and joined me for a quick shower. I looked up into his eyes as he met mine and I froze as my breath caught. His eyes were back to their amazing blue. He helped me get my back as we washed up together. The shower was mostly silent as we were able to take each other in and explore our bodies. Alpha Brendon was fit- muscular. He had only one scar on his body and it was located on his back, near his chest. Wolves didn't have scars because of how we healed. But his made me believe the wound he recieved wasn't normal. I'll have to ask later about it.

Every eye was locked on the altar. The Sacred Stone had vanished. Only a wisp of pale gold dust remained in the iron coffer, scattering the moment the wind touched it. Luna's gland glowed, a dark-gold light radiating from beneath her skin, an inextinguishable flame lit inside her very bones. The molten spiderweb markings on her forearm slowly receded, like cooling iron, leaving behind faint, golden scars—a map of the divine blood's escape from her body. *BOOM—!*

Because the wound was too deep, even with the best cosmetic surgery, there would still be a long thin scar. When she was recuperating, she could not even lie down properly because of the wound on her back. At the thought of those painful, helpless days at that moment, her heart would still grow cold. When he noticed how she did not answer him, Joshua asked once more. Luna took a deep breath. She turned around and smiled at him. “I used to like climbing trees when I was young. I got this scar from falling down a tree.” She was clearly lying, but Joshua was too lazy to expose her for it.

“ Don’t turn it off . I was watching it . “ said Luna trying to grab the remote from her . When trying to grab the remote her sleeve went down and Mel saw her scratches . “ Luna…..what are these ? “ asked Mel worried . “ These…….nothing . I accidentally scratched myself when washing . “ said Luna . From the scratches , and her pale skin , Mel could tell that Luna was suffering from inside and trying to wash away her memory by continuously washing . “ Luna…..just what are you doing to yourself ? Why do you keep tormenting yourself ? “ asked Mel . Mel looked at her with her eyes filled with concern about Luna’s state . “ You have to wash less now that you have these wounds . “ said Mel as she

“T’'ll treat your wound. Let's clean it first, so it won’t get infected.” “Thank you.” Luna’s neck loosened up once Rhea and Celeste left. Rhea had said something about her sister. She wondered who the woman was talking about. After some thought, she shrugged and reached for her phone to call the makeup artist. Preston walked in and heard Luna scolding someone over the phone in a low voice. “| paid you ten thousand for a waterproof scar, not something that can be rubbed off without any effort. You even claimed that there was only one particular potion that could remove it. What do | do now that water has washed it away?”

"I'm not scared of dark staircases anymore." Julian let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. "After everything tonight, that's what you're brave about?" Victor shot him a look. "Focus." Luna stood close to Scarlett's other side. Her face was pale, but there was a new strength in her eyes. "I know this place." Scarlett turned to her. "You've been down there?" Luna nodded slowly. "Once." Her voice lowered. "They took me there when they started the conditioning."

Xavier shrieked. 'It's already happening, baby' Cassandra thought and smirked. **** Scarlett headed to the bathroom to take her bath because she looked awful, her eyes were puffy, red and looked tired like she didn't sleep at all which she didn't. The door suddenly flung open and Scarlett faced the door. Xavier walked briskly to her and gripped her arm. "Xavier…" "From today, you are stripped of your position as the Luna of this pack…" His words were like swords stabbing the bloody hell out of her, it was like her world had ended.

She could only force herself to retort, "Leonard, stop asking! I really didn't lie to you!" She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "Leonard, you're not scared, are you? Are you afraid Silvermoon Pack will retaliate? What are you afraid of? With me here, I'm a descendant of an Alpha. As long as you make me your Luna, no one will retaliate against you." She grabbed Leonard's trouser leg desperately as tears streamed down her face. Her voice was a mixture of tenderness and sorrow. "You love me, don't you? Please look at me and have mercy on me... We'll be together forever. We'll have everything..."

I flinched at the sight of two other werewolves who walked out of the audience and stretched forth their hands. “After you—Luna” Thomas voiced, soothingly as I walked slowly and laid down on the rock. My eyes striking the designs of the ceiling and the chandelier which was hung up above. My heart raced as I saw Thom and Marcus bring out the hay and burnt them. All these happened while Jasper continue with his incantation. The smoke from the hay they burnt would go directly to the ceiling in a straight line and the spirit of the Luna would appear, but if it scatters along the line, and nothing appears or maybe an unknown face shows up from the smoke, then I’ll be screwed.

THE CURSED REBIRTH (Chapter 4) (Point of View: The Luna) My initial reaction was one of coldness. The kind of cold that seeps into bone, cruel as treachery and sharp as glass, rather than the soft coolness of dawn air caressing bare skin. I could have sworn—no, I was positive—that I had taken my last breath, but my chest rose in a startled gasp. I recall the burn of the poison and how my vision became blurry as the moonlight above me broke into shards. I recall Lyra's sly smile and her hushed victory. I recall my friend Kael's eyes widening in shock, but it was too late to save me.