The Scarred Luna's Rise From Ashes Novels & Stories

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

Rey's voice carried a mix of desperation and unwavering belief. Luna's eyes widened, her internal struggle reaching a crescendo. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she extended her hand, reaching out towards Rey and as Rey was about to take her hand, Luna collapsed and passed out. The Crimson pack was able to drive back the Ascenders who sustained heavy losses and had to fall back, it was their first defeat in 300 years.

Mirabella would give me a scentless and untraceable poison which I'd administer to the slut who calls herself Luna everyday! It would not only kill the bastard child she's carrying but also destroy her womb and make her an everlasting barren. What better is there to ruin a woman than to destroy her pride and identity as a woman? When Sapphire discovers she can no longer bear a child the pain will drive her crazy and I'd aid her by also casting a madness spell on her.

Leah roared, trying hard to escape, but she didn't know that the lassos from the demon realms burn the demon's skin and makes you weak. She can fight all she wants, but it will damage her. When she doesn't have any fight on her left, Leah starts to have weak legs and falls back with a loud thud. Now that she had lost the will to fight. All the demons she had summoned disappeared. "No...please...I...must...get...stronger. I must...become... a...Luna..." her voice stammer and exhausted. I watch her eyes dilate.

A week ago, Luna Avy was determined to take revenge on the crescent moon pack. To punish those who wronged her.... But now.... Her heart felt pity. If the revelation hadn't unfold before her, she might have been the victim or wrongdoing till her last breath. The wheel of time changes without anyone's concern. Who knew what secrets the face of a caring and responsible leader might be hiding. In her bathroom, she watched her reflection. Water dripped down her chin slowly as her red, weak eyes focused on space.

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.

“I never thought I’d have a moon. Thought I was too broken. Too full of hate.” “You’re not broken,” Luna said, taking her scarred hand. “You’re scarred. There’s a difference. Scars mean you survived. Scars mean you fought.” Kira nodded, throat tight. Then did something she hadn’t done in 200 years. She smiled. A real smile that reached her eyes. On the fourth day, Luna called everyone together. Not a command. An invitation sent by word of mouth. Wolves filled the courtyard. Five thousand. Ten thousand. All looking at her with expectation.

The women stood and left with her. I looked over at Eric. “We’ve got a lot to fill you in on, but the short of it is that I’ve found our Luna, Julian found his mate, and Blood Moon is more corrupt than we expected. We’ll have a full meeting once my mate is settled into a room. Doc Theo has her now. She was badly beaten and abused when we found her.”

She could still hear the deafening roar of the pack as they accepted her, and the venomous whispers of the traditionalists who doubted her. And most vividly of all, her skin still hummed with the phantom touch of the glowing silver paste from the Whispering Lake. If she looked down at her collarbone, beneath the loose collar of her woven linen shirt, she could see the faint, pearlescent scar of the Anam rune—the mark of the soul. She was the Eternal Luna. The mother of Moonrise.

Wyatt retorted. The five of us walked around the gardens until they were done. It was time for the reception, music was blaring, there was a beautiful cake with wolves on it, and an open bar. I hated to admit everything tonight was elegant, the planners did a great job. We were on the dance floor dancing to "Don't cha" by the pussycat dolls, I couldn't help but notice Priscilla trying her hardest to get Wyatt's attention, but he was sitting down looking stoic as ever. I run over and grab Wyatt and pull him on the dance floor in front of Priscilla, I laughed as she shot me a death glare and he looked lost. Next there was a slow song a much older song when I'm with you by sheriff, Wyatt did as