THE BANISHED LUNA
**The Banished Luna – Blurb**
The Moon Goddess made him hers.
He made her his greatest mistake.
When Aria Winters discovers her fated mate is Alpha Damien Blackthorn, the man who’s spent years looking down on her, she dares to hope the bond might change everything.
Instead, he rejects her — publicly, brutally, and without mercy.
Banished beyond the borders, Aria is left to die… until a rival Alpha saves her. In his territory, she begins to heal, unlocking a power she never knew she possessed — a power the Moon Goddess may have destined to change the fate of every pack.
Now, two Alphas want her.
One to claim what he threw away.
The other to keep what he’s willing to burn the world for.
And Aria? She’s done being anyone’s victim.
**The Banished Luna** is a dark, mature (+16) werewolf romance filled with betrayal, passion, and the rise of a Luna who refuses to be forgotten.
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Chapter: The Alpha’s Design Chapter 35 – The Alpha’s Design The stronghold never truly slept. Even at night, its bones thrummed with life—low growls echoing through stone, sentries padding over the battlements, the faint musk of fur and steel. Darius Caelum stood at the heart of it all, high in the council chamber, gazing down through a narrow window at the courtyard where hours earlier the pack had bled and burned. The snow there was still darkened with ash and streaked red. A reminder. A warning. His Beta, Lucien, leaned against the long table of carved oak, watching him with the blunt patience of an old wolf who knew better than to prod an Alpha mid-brood. Finally, Lucien spoke, his voice low and rough: “You played it well tonight.” Darius didn’t turn. “I did not play. I reminded them of what they already knew.” Lucien huffed softly. “You split them in half without lifting a blade. That takes more than a reminder.” At last, Darius shifted from the window, his expression unreadable. His presence filled
Last Updated: 2025-08-26
Chapter: The Fracture Line Chapter 34 – The Fracture Line The courtyard emptied slowly, like a tide pulled back by a moon that refused to release its hold. One by one, wolves melted into the darkened halls, their eyes cast low but their ears pricked toward every shift of air. They left behind not silence, but the residue of it—the way whispers cling after the sound is gone, pressing against the skin. Aria stood still long after the Alpha’s command had sent them scattering, her body taut, as though the cold had finally sunk through flesh and bone. Her chest ached, not from the wound along her ribs, but from the weight of what Caelum—Darius Caelum—had done. He hadn’t shouted. He hadn’t needed to. With nothing more than his voice and the tilt of his gaze, he had turned the eyes of the pack into blades. When she finally moved, Kieran was already there, his hand at her elbow, steady but stiff. “Come,” he murmured, low, almost dangerous. His jaw was locked so tightly the word nearly fractured. They walked side by
Last Updated: 2025-08-25
Chapter: The Alpha’s Calculation Chapter 33 – The Alpha’s Calculation The torches guttered in the stone hall, their flames bowing low in the draft that whispered through Caelum’s stronghold. The war banners hanging above him stirred, shadows of wolves in crimson and gold rippling like restless spirits. Alpha Darius Caelum sat high upon the carved chair of oak and iron, but it was not the weight of the seat that pressed against him tonight—it was the memory of the courtyard. He could still see her. Aria. Standing raw, blood-marked, her spirit burning even through her exhaustion. The pack had shifted around her as though she were a lodestar, their eyes caught in that invisible pull. It had taken everything in him to keep his voice calm, measured, when every instinct had screamed to lash out and scatter their whispers before they rooted too deep. “She’s a fracture point,” Lucien said quietly from the foot of the dais. His Beta leaned against a pillar, arms folded, eyes shadowed in thought. The man had been with him
Last Updated: 2025-08-25
Chapter: The Alpha’s Measure Chapter 32 – The Alpha’s Measure The storm had thinned by morning, leaving only ash-grey clouds crawling across the horizon. Inside the Alpha’s pavilion, the air carried the mingled scents of leather, iron, and wolf—power heavy enough to weigh down the breath. Alpha Darius Caelum stood at the long oak table, one hand braced against a map inked with borders and contested lands. To most of the pack, he was simply Darius—the name that rolled across battlefields and taverns, the Alpha whose victories had carved their survival out of blood. But here, within the guarded heart of his camp, the name Caelum carried more weight. It was the lineage name, ancient as the mountains, a reminder of the bloodline that had never bowed. It was legacy and crown, and he wore it like a blade. Behind him, his Beta lingered in silence, watching with arms crossed. Lucien Vale—broad-shouldered, sharp-eyed, his closest friend since boyhood, and the only one who could stand in his shadow without flinching. If
Last Updated: 2025-08-24
Chapter: Whispers in the Ashen Dawn Chapter 31 – Whispers in the Ashen Dawn The dawn broke pale and brittle, the courtyard still scarred from the night before. Snow had swallowed most of the blood, but the stains that lingered seemed darker in the morning light, as if the earth itself refused to forget. Smoke still rose from the torches guttering along the walls, their last embers struggling against the cold. Aria stepped out into the open, the bite of the air catching at the half-healed wound along her ribs. She pulled her cloak tighter, but it wasn’t the wind that raised her skin. It was the silence. Everywhere she turned, eyes followed. Warriors leaning on their spears, sentries shifting on the walls, even the healers tending the wounded—they all glanced her way when they thought she wasn’t looking. Some quickly looked down, pretending to busy themselves. Others didn’t bother to hide it, their gazes lingering too long, sharp with suspicion or awe. Serena stirred inside her, restless. The bond thrummed beneath he
Last Updated: 2025-08-24
Chapter: The Alpha’s First Move Chapter 30 – The Alpha’s First Move The hall was still heavy with the stench of smoke and blood, though the bodies had long since been carried away. Silence reigned where laughter used to gather; even the youngest of the pack tread lightly, as if sound itself might awaken more death. But in the Alpha’s chamber, silence was a weapon, sharp and chosen. Darius sat at the head of the long oak table, fingers steepled, gaze fixed on nothing but the fire licking against the stone. His lieutenants stood arrayed behind him, uneasy. They had seen him furious before, but this quiet was something different—measured, deliberate. “She has unsettled them,” one finally ventured. The voice was low, careful. “Half the courtyard watched her bleed and rise again. They whisper as if she carries more than just wounds.” Darius’s eyes slid toward the man, slow, dark. “Whispers are seeds,” he said at last, voice deep enough to draw the air taut. “Left untended, they grow wild. But pressed into the right s
Last Updated: 2025-08-23
THE HEIR AND THE HOLLOW VOW
Lady Seraphine D’Argent was born to power, bound by blood to an ancient vow that shattered her noble house and cast her into exile. At twenty-three, she lives in the shadow of her family’s disgrace, mastering the dangerous magic tied to her emotions and guarding her heart against the past she cannot outrun.
But when the blood moon rises and the forgotten vow awakens, a mysterious emissary named Riven Ashlor appears—masked, immortal, and cursed to fulfill a promise sealed centuries ago. He claims Seraphine is the final key to breaking the pact... but the price may be her freedom, her power, or her heart.
As Seraphine is drawn into a slow-burning entanglement with Riven, a second suitor emerges from the ashes of her past—one who stirs old memories, forbidden desires, and the dangerous hope that love could be hers by choice, not fate.
Now, torn between two men and haunted by a legacy of betrayal, Seraphine must navigate the tangled web of family secrets, magical politics, and seductive lies. To survive, she’ll have to risk everything—her magic, her heart, and the truth buried deep in her bloodline.
The vow is awakening.
The gods are watching.
And love may be the most dangerous power of all.
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Chapter: The Gate of Ashes Chapter 56 – The Gate of AshesThe world split open in fire.Seraphine stumbled forward as the current of the last gate spat them out into a realm of blistering heat and searing light. Her lungs heaved, each breath dragging smoke instead of water. The air itself seemed alive, trembling with flame. Above, the sky was no sky at all but a dome of roiling ash, streaked through with rivers of fire that cascaded like molten veins.The Gate of Ashes.It was alive in its hunger—its walls breathing fire, its floor blackened stone that cracked with every step as though it remembered countless feet burning upon it. Her boots scorched immediately, the soles hissing. Pain shot up her legs before she forced herself to steady, clinging to Riven’s hand as if letting go would mean falling into the inferno itself.He stood beside her, shoulders heaving, his clothes already singed, hair whipped by a wind of sparks. His eyes narrowed against the blaze, silver and sharp even in this realm of red.“Stay cl
Last Updated: 2025-08-25
Chapter: To the Gate of AshesChapter 55 – To the Gate of AshesThe abyss burned.It should have been water still, cold and suffocating, yet now it seared like molten iron, each current cutting across Seraphine’s skin as though the Tribunal had turned the very sea against her. Her lungs convulsed, every breath ragged, every heartbeat frantic.The storm of whispers had exploded into full voices, unrelenting, impossible to shut out. You are already ours. You carry our stain. Every step you take is another chain tightening around your throat.She pressed her palms to her ears, but the sound wasn’t in the water anymore—it was inside her, threaded into bone and blood. She almost lost her sense of direction, her mind thrashing like her body, but then Riven’s grip seized her wrist, hard and grounding.“Don’t—” His voice was hoarse, breaking, but it cut through the din like steel. “Don’t give them more than they already take. Look at me.”She did. Or rather—she tried. His face flickered through the haze, blurred by darkne
Last Updated: 2025-08-24
Chapter: The Tribunal StirsChapter 54 – The Tribunal StirsThe water pulsed around them, no longer the steady current that had carried them from one trial to the next but a restless, shifting tide, as though the abyss itself could no longer remain still. Riven’s hand was locked around Seraphine’s, firm enough to bruise, and yet she clung back with equal force, neither of them willing to loosen even a fraction.The glow ahead sharpened, no longer faint or distant—it pulsed like a wound in the sea, an opening not carved by mortal hands but born from something older, deeper. The light was not light at all but a shifting radiance, too alive, too knowing.Seraphine’s chest tightened. This was not another gate.This was something watching.She turned to Riven. The silver sheen in his eyes was stark now, sharper than steel, but his jaw was set with that same unbending resolve that had steadied her through every trial. “It’s them,” she whispered, though the water carried her words strangely, as if they bled out in all
Last Updated: 2025-08-23
Chapter: The Tribunal’s veilChapter 53 – The Tribunal’s VeilThe glow on the horizon pulsed faster now, every beat a tremor through the water. It was not light in any true sense—it was awareness, a gathering of intent that licked across Seraphine’s skin like fire hidden beneath ice. Each thrum carried whispers that thickened the water around them, making it harder to breathe, harder to think.Riven’s grip on her hand never loosened. His thumb pressed steady patterns against her palm as though carving anchors into her bones. But even he couldn’t hide the strain in his jaw, the taut line of muscle down his throat.“They’re here,” Seraphine whispered, though the words were barely thought.“Yes,” Riven’s answer brushed into her mind, sharp and low. “But remember—they want you to see them. They feed on fear.”Her pulse leapt. “And if I can’t stop fearing them?”“Then you hold to me,” he said. “Until you can.”The water fractured.The horizon split into shards of silver light, and from the edges spilled forms that wer
Last Updated: 2025-08-23
Chapter: SHADOWS OF THE THIRD GATEChapter 52 – Shadows of the Third GateThe laughter faded into a hum that shivered through the current, pressing against Seraphine’s skin like the touch of invisible hands. The third gate dissolved behind them, leaving the water darker than before, as though each trial consumed what little light remained.Riven’s hand never left hers. He swam with calm, deliberate strokes, but she could feel the steel in his body, every muscle coiled for the storm he knew was coming.Ahead, the abyss no longer glowed. Instead, it stretched vast and empty, a gulf of stillness that unsettled her more than the whispers. The silence was deceptive, fragile—like glass that would shatter under the lightest touch.And the voices were patient now.One gate remains before the threshold, they murmured, as though savoring the words. One step before your chains are revealed. Do you hunger for it, child of ruin? Or do you fear the truth your flame will bring?Seraphine clenched her teeth, pressing the heel of her h
Last Updated: 2025-08-22
Chapter: The Veil of Whispers Chapter 51 – The Veil of WhispersThe glow on the horizon pulsed again, faint yet inexorable, like a heart beating in the depths of the abyss. Seraphine’s body tensed with every flicker, as though each throb of light reached into her chest and stole her rhythm for its own.Riven’s arm remained firm around her waist, his presence a steady warmth in the cold dark. Yet even his touch could not drown the voices.They no longer drifted like distant echoes. Now they cut sharper—threads of sound winding directly into her thoughts, curling close to her own inner voice until she could no longer tell where she ended and they began.You swim toward nothing.Every gate draws you deeper into your chains.Even now, the one beside you does not see you for what you are.Her fingers spasmed against Riven’s hand. She bit back a gasp, fighting to steady herself, but the whispers pressed closer, more intimate, like cold lips brushing her ear.Riven’s grip tightened immediately. “Seraphine,” he said, low
Last Updated: 2025-08-21
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