Marked By Moonfire
Her eyes widened in horror. The sound was unmistakable — the snap of a belt buckle, the hiss of it being undone. Then came the crash of fabric hitting stone.
Terror exploded in her chest. She struggled violently, chains biting into her wrists until blood slicked her palms. Her chest heaved, heart pounding so hard it hurt.
Ezra pressed harder, his knee locking her in place. One hand clenched her throat — not enough to choke, but enough to remind her she could not escape. His breath was ragged, wild, as if possessed.
“You feel it too,” he growled against her skin. “Don’t lie to me, Nova. Your body wants this. You want me.”
No. No, no, no. Her body burned, but it wasn’t for him. It was the cursed bond, the fire belonging to another. And that other…
Her eyes filled with tears. Her lips shaped a silent prayer: Kilian.
The bond within her surged like wildfire. Her chest arched, a gasp tearing from her throat. She felt it — claws raking down her soul, a storm breaking in her veins. He was here. He had come for her.
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Nova is a skilled hunter, fierce and independent, yet unaware of her true nature and the extraordinary destiny that awaits her. Humiliated by her fellow hunter colleagues for refusing to kill innocent wolves, she flees — only to be rescued by Kilian, the feared Lycan King. Thrust into his world, she must prove herself and earn her place within his pack, all while navigating the sharp wit, teasing sarcasm, and growing tension between them.
Kilian is powerful, commanding, and fiercely protective, yet finds himself drawn to Nova in ways he cannot explain. Their connection develops slowly, charged with banter, challenges, and unacknowledged desire.
But Nova is far more special and powerful than anyone could have predicted. Her choices, and the bond she shares with Kilian, will shape the fate of their world — deciding whether to destroy it, or to revolutionize and transform it for the better. As they uncover enemies deeply rooted in their lives, they must rely on their bond, courage, and love to face what comes next.
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-Two — The Shadow Beneath the DawnYou really thought it was over, huh?Well… surprise.The moon can never shine if there’s no darkness.Did you know that?The words floated through the stillness like smoke, half laughter, half prophecy. They didn’t belong to any one voice—more like the echo of something ancient, teasing the edges of reality. And for a heartbeat, the world itself seemed to smirk.Then the whisper faded, swallowed by the wind.The forest was quiet. Too quiet.A hush so deep it pressed against the walls of the small cabin, a living silence that crept between the beams and across the sleeping forms within.Outside, the moon hung full and whole, silvering the leaves and the stream that ran beyond the glen.Inside, two heartbeats beat as one.Nova stirred.She woke to the soft crackle of dying embers, the scent of pine and cold air filtering through the shutters. For a moment, she lay still, tracing the rhythm of Kilian’s breathing beside her. His arm draped across her waist, heavy and warm, his fingers cur
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Chapter: EpilogueYears passed, and the echoes of war softened into whispers. The battlefield that had once been a graveyard of ash and blood became a place of quiet remembrance. Where fallen warriors and wolves had lain, now wildflowers bloomed beneath the full moon, their petals silver in the night. Streams ran clear, carrying the scent of moss and renewal, and the wind — soft and steady — carried with it a song of peace.The Council, under Lyra’s steady hand, became the living heart of a new order. Wolves and humans, Rogues and Hunters, learned to walk side by side. Old enmities were not forgotten, but they were laid to rest. The scars of history became a foundation, and the past became a teacher. In council chambers built of stone and moonlight, they spoke of balance, of unity, and of a shared future.Yet the memory of that night — of the war that had ended everything and begun everything anew — remained etched into the
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty — Marked by MoonfireThe first light of dawn crept across the battlefield, washing the earth in pale silver. The bodies of the fallen lay quiet under the soft glow, and a hush seemed to have settled over the realm itself. The air smelled of iron and ash, but beneath it was something else — the scent of change.The Council approached in solemn silence, their steps measured and deliberate. Robes of deep indigo and grey whispered against the scorched ground, and each face was set in hard contemplation. They had come to judge Kilian. To decide his fate. But the weight of what had passed lay heavy on them, and every eye flickered toward the luminous figure before them — Nova.She stepped forward without hesitation. Moonfire shimmered along her skin, her aura bright and unwavering, a living beacon in the pale morning light. The Council stopped before her and Kilian, forming a silent ring. The air between them s
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty-Nine — The Dawn of Silver FireThe battlefield was a graveyard of ash and blood.Steel lay broken, scattered like forgotten dreams. Armor was torn to shreds, splintered into fragments that glistened faintly in the pale moonlight. The earth itself was soaked through with the life of the fallen — warm blood mingling with the rain of dust and ash. Wolves lay still among warriors, their fur matted with grime, their breaths stilled forever. The air was heavy and suffocating, thick with smoke, the bitter scent of iron and sorrow pressing into every lungful. Above it all, the moon shone whole and unbroken — silver and cold, as if witnessing the aftermath of creation itself.Nova stood at the center, trembling like a candle about to be extinguished. Her body glowed faintly, silver veins of Moonfire still flickering beneath her skin, pulsing in rhythm with her strained heartbeat. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, breath ragged, each exhale a rasp of pain. Every m
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty-Eight — The Siege RenewedThe silence after Draven’s end lasted but a heartbeat. Then the air cracked with fury. From the ruins of the ritual circle rose the war cry of the rogues and hunters — raw, unrestrained, a chorus of grief and vengeance. The siege was reborn.Kilian rose to his feet, armor stained with silver light and blood. Around him, the pack stirred — dozens of warriors, eyes ablaze, swords drawn. They surged forward like a tide, moving toward Draven’s fortress as if the very earth itself called them to war.The gates, shattered from the collapse of the circle, offered no shelter. The rogues poured out, a tide of steel and fury, driven by the death of their master and the terror of what had been unleashed. Hunters called out in wrath, arrows loosing in unison. The air filled with the clash of blades, the roar of battle, and the cries of dying men.Nova stood at the center of the storm, her hair a halo
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty-Seven – The Broken MoonThe night was a wound.The moon, half-swallowed by darkness, hung low and bloodless over the valley, its faint light devoured by the black clouds crawling across the sky. The forest below was silent — too silent — the kind that made even the wolves hesitate to breathe.Lyra stood beside Kilian at the head of the assembled pack. The soldiers — dozens of them, bloodied, bruised, yet unbroken — waited for his command. Their eyes burned with rage and fear, with loyalty and grief. They had already lost too many. But tonight, they knew it would end — one way or another.Kilian’s jaw was clenched tight, the veins at his temples pulsing. His golden eyes shimmered in the pale gloom, flickering faintly with the light of his wolf. He could feel Nova through the bond — faint, distant, but there. A trembling thread of silver in the back of his mind. Pain. Fear. Fire.
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Her Mafia Husband's Secret Agenda
Isabella Romano has spent two years trapped in a house where every glance and whispered word reminds her she is nothing more than a pawn. Her husband, Adriano De Luca, keeps her at arm’s length, while his mother, Caterina, views her with disdain.
When a figure from the past returns to Chicago, the delicate balance of power shatters. Alliances shift, dangerous desires ignite, and a web of deception threatens to consume everyone in its path. In a city ruled by mafia families, trust is rare and betrayal lurks behind every smile.
Caught in a deadly game of manipulation, forbidden passion, and ambition, Isabella must decide: remain a pawn in her husband’s secret agenda, or rise, reclaim her power, and fight for the life she was meant to live — before everything she holds dear burns around her.
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty-One – Crossed PathsThe restaurant was understated yet elegant, the sort of place where polished wood, soft golden lights, and the low hum of conversation could make anyone feel simultaneously at ease and exposed. Isabella Romano stepped through the entrance with the grace she had cultivated over a lifetime, heels clicking softly against the polished floor. She paused for a moment to adjust the strap of her bag and scanned the dining room. She wasn’t here for business, not officially. Just a quiet lunch, a pause in the storm of her life, a moment to breathe before diving back into the endless calculations of family strategy.Yet life rarely afforded pauses.As she moved toward a table near the window, her eyes caught an arrangement that made her chest tighten. Adriano De Luca and Gianna were already seated, sipping wine, their bodies turned slightly toward each other in a manner that seemed casual yet deliberate. Isabella’s first impulse was to turn and leave, to vanish into the quiet anonymity of the re
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty – Shadows in the De Luca EstateThe De Luca Estate was cloaked in the heat of the late afternoon, sunlight slanting through tall windows and illuminating dust motes that drifted lazily in the air. Adriano sat at his desk, the divorce documents from Isabella’s lawyer spread before him, and he stared at them as if willing them to vanish. The letters were official, cold in their precision, yet the thought of signing them brought a flicker of irritation that he could not shake. He pushed the papers aside and leaned back, his expression unreadable. For him, Isabella had been nothing more than a pawn, a tool in a long game of revenge against the Romano family.His mother entered the room with her usual measured grace, her hands lightly clasped in front of her. “Adriano, have you looked at these? The divorce papers?” she asked, her tone polite but carrying a subtle undercurrent of concern. She had always preferred Gianna to Isabella, seeing in her a daughter-in-law far more suited to the De Luca image, and the thought that
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Chapter: Chapter Nineteen – The First BetrayalIsabella walked through the Romano Estate, the warm summer air brushing against her face as she moved along the familiar corridors. Her heels clicked softly on the polished floor, a rhythm that seemed at odds with the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. She forced herself to appear calm, to blend in with the quiet elegance of the estate, but every detail around her screamed otherwise. Her cousin’s restless movements, the subtle way he shifted when he thought no one was watching, the faint tremor in his fingers when he adjusted a glass on the table—all these small, almost imperceptible gestures prickled at her instincts. Something was off, though she could not yet say what.She sank into a high-backed armchair in the main lounge, pretending to follow the conversation among the estate staff and family members. Her eyes, however, never left her cousin, who appeared increasingly uneasy. Every laugh he forced, every casual nod, seemed strained. Isabella cataloged each subtlety, each fl
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Chapter: Chapter Eighteen – Secrets in the ShadowsIsabella stepped into the grand, dimly lit library of the Romano estate, the familiar scent of aged wood and leather surrounding her. The day had been long, filled with meetings and briefings about family business, yet a lingering unease had been gnawing at her. Her instincts, honed through years of navigating the treacherous world of power and alliances, whispered that there were truths hidden just beyond her reach—truths that might shatter everything she thought she knew.Her eyes fell upon a leatherbound tome resting on the highest shelf, its spine cracked and edges worn. She had seen it before, during quiet moments in her father’s study, but had never dared to open it fully. Today, however, curiosity and necessity compelled her. With careful fingers, she lifted the book and pulled it down, the heavy weight of history pressing against her hands.As she flipped through the pages, her heart quickened. Documents, letters, and meticulously detailed accounts sprawled across the pages. S
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Chapter: Chapter Seventeen – Old Friends, New AlliancesIsabella stood in the private study of the Romano estate, the heavy mahogany desk reflecting her image back at her. She had returned not merely as Carlo Romano’s daughter but as a force to be reckoned with, stepping into a role she had long deferred to satisfy her ex-husband’s fragile ego. The weight of her family’s legacy pressed upon her shoulders, and yet, for the first time in years, she felt a thrill coursing through her veins—a combination of power, anticipation, and careful calculation.Carlo watched her from the doorway, silent, a measured expression on his face. He had seen his daughter grow from a determined young woman into someone who could command a room without uttering a single word. He understood the significance of her return, yet he refrained from saying anything, letting Isabella find her own footing. The staff, the security, the long-time associates—all responded to her presence instinctively. It was as if the house itself recognized her authority, acknowledging th
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Chapter: Chapter Sixteen – The Romano HeritageThe gates of the Romano estate opened with the slow, deliberate groan of iron that had not been moved in years. The car rolled through the gravel path bordered by cypress trees, their shadows long and thin, like sentinels of memory. Isabella sat in the back seat, silent, her hands resting in her lap. The closer she came to the house, the more the air thickened with the scent of home — cedar, tobacco, and something colder, older, like marble that had absorbed too many secrets.The Romano house was not a home. It was a fortress, a cathedral built for men who measured power in silence and fear. She had grown up under those ceilings, learning to speak only when her words could wound or heal with equal precision. Then she had left — trading her birthright for love, her name for a husband’s ring. Now she returned not as a daughter, not as a wife, but as something else entirely.When she stepped out of the car, the household froze. The staff that had known her since childhood lined up along
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