The Last Blackblood Luna
She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground.
For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong.
Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm.
Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan poisoned by bitterness, resentment, and deep jealousy of her rare, breathtaking beauty. With nowhere left to run and enemies closing in from every side, Nadia is trapped in a world that wants her dead.
Until he steps out of the darkness.
Lyra Bennett, the formidable twenty-nine-year-old True Lycan King, is a monarch feared by all. Ruthless, cold, and utterly paranoid, Lyra views the world with cynical disgust, believing no one could ever love him for who he is beneath his crown. But the moment his golden gaze locks onto Nadia, his terrifying inner beast makes its choice.
He will tear down kingdoms just to keep her safe.
As war ignites between the realm that hunted her and the people who rejected her, Nadia is thrust into the centre of an ancient feud. Caught between a ruthless King obsessed with protecting her and a world demanding her blood, Nadia must decide: will she remain a hidden outcast, or step into her true power to force a peace before the trauma destroys them all?
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Chapter: Shadows At The GateChapter 6: Shadows at the GateNadia's POVThe cell felt like a tomb. Stone walls, icy air; sometimes I couldn’t feel my own fingers. Droplets dripped from the ceiling, each one loud enough to stretch out the silence, poking at my nerves like a slow, dull knife. I huddled in the corner, knees tucked up, eyes glued to the iron bars blocking any hope of escape.My arms still throbbed where the guards twisted them back, but those bruises? Nothing compared to the sick emptiness clawing at my chest.Funny. My whole life, I chased stories about this canyon. Back in our mountain cave, huddled with Grandma through endless winters, I’d listen to her talk about the Blackbloods, our people, like they were legends. She made them seem so proud, so unstoppable. “You carry their magic, Nadia,” she’d say, her voice gentle but strong. “You belong with them. They’ll keep you safe.”It was a lie, or maybe just a wish. I laughed, sharp and bitter, way too loud for this miserable cell.Turns out, these pe
Last Updated: 2026-09-09
Chapter: Chapter 5Chapter 5: The Hostile SanctuaryNadia's POV I remember the exact moment when the rocks and earth crashed over my grandma's back, her pained yells mixing with Mara's bleeding snivelling in the distance.'I'm so sorry, Nadia... they have no choice', she cried, her voice broken in the thick forest.I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing the memory away from the back of my mind as I pulled my hood lower, trying to block it out.I am a blackblood, and now close enough to the destination my father spoke of.The trees opened up ahead, revealing the colossal chasm the blackened canyons flanked on both sides.The strange acrid smell filled the area, clinging to the back of my throat in nervous anticipation. This was the reason why my father's mark burned soothingly with a hint of warmth.There it was.Somehow my chest lightened, the weight of the path I've undertaken pressing down on me with all the force of a thousand memories. That small flame of hope, thought long extinguished when I first watc
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Chapter: Chapter 4Chapter 4: The Royal ScentNadia's POVI was soaked to the bone, bruised, and bleeding from a dozen shallow cuts. My hands immediately flew to the pack strapped tight across my chest, unzipping the oilcloth wrapping with trembling fingers as I released a shuddering breath of relief.My father's journal was dry. My grandmother's map was safe.Sitting alone in the damp darkness of the rock alcove, I pulled my knees to my chest. The silence of the wild borderlands pressed in on me, heavy and suffocating. No cave. No grandmother to guide me. No friend to laugh with behind the market carts.Mara's tear-stained face flashed in my mind: her terrified green eyes, her broken apology right before the guards swarmed out of the trees.I'm so sorry, Nadia... they forced me.A fresh wave of pain sliced through my heart, but I forced my jaw to clench, blinking away the heat in my eyes as I reached down and grabbed a handful of coarse sand from the riverbank, scrubbing the remaining trace of dark, ir
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Chapter: Chapter 3Chapter 3: The Price of LoyaltyNadia's POV The home I had known for eighteen years was buried, along with the only person who had ever loved me.Tears tracked clean lines through the dirt and dried blood on my cheeks. I clutched my father’s journal to my chest, my hands shaking so violently I could barely hold it. I was supposed to run. My grandmother’s final command echoed in my ears: Step into the light. Live, demanding that I head west toward the border, far away from this territory.But as I stood at the edge of the tree line, looking down at the smoking fires of the outer town, a cold knot of dread twisted in my gut.Mara.When I ran, I had left her standing right in front of the pack guard. She had seen my blood. She had heard the horns. If the Alpha’s enforcers realised Mara was my friend, they would drag her into an interrogation room. They would break her.I caused this, I thought, swallowing back a swell of nausea. I can’t let her die because of my mistake.Ignoring the sc
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Chapter: Chapter 2Chapter 2: The Fall of the SanctuaryNadia's POVI didn't look back.The harsh sound of guard horns echoed up the mountain slopes, bouncing off the sheer cliff faces like thunder. My lungs burned with every breath, and blood trickled down my cheek, sticky and warm against my cold skin. I pushed my legs harder, leaping over jagged rocks and tearing through thick brush I had memorised since childhood.I knew these trails better than anyone. I knew which roots were loose, which ledges would crumble, and where the mountain mist hung thick enough to swallow a girl whole. Within minutes, the shouting voices of the pack guards faded into the distance behind me, but the terror in my chest only grew tighter.I had ruined everything. Eighteen years of total secrecy destroyed in a single, careless afternoon.I burst through the hidden curtain of hanging vines and tumbled into the mouth of our cave, breathless and trembling."Grandma!" I gasped, stumbling into the main cavern. "Grandma, we have t
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Chapter: Chapter 1Chapter 1: Nadia's Taste For FreedomNadia's POVI always wondered what it felt like to belong to the world outside.To walk beneath an open sky without calculating the distance to the nearest shadow. To hear the hum of a crowd without my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.All my life, home had been the cold, damp bellies of the cavern walls hidden deep within the mountain peak. My world was defined by the rush of the subterranean river, the slick scales of the fish I caught with my bare hands, and the sharp edge of the hunting knives my grandmother forced me to master. Survival was my routine. Hunting was my reality. And hiding was my law."You are a Blackblood, Nadia," my grandmother’s voice echoed in my mind, a ghost that followed me into every dream. "The last true survivor. Your father was slaughtered because of what flows in his veins, and your mother breathed her last breath bringing you into a world that wants you erased. The Blackbloods are extinct to them—a
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