LOGINEVELARAEvery corner of the Valtherion palace was humming with celebration, of union, of survival, of choices made against impossible odds, and of love that had been burned, and yet remained unbroken.I, the Luna of the Valtherion, stood at the edge of the dais, breathing in the fresh breeze and watching Mount healers and lycans interacting with each other freely.Yes, Luna. Lucien and I had our mating ceremony along with Aureliane and Leo, once we returned to Valtherion. It was a grand event that people are still talking about after a week.And as for the Mount healers— we did not remain in the pages of forgotten history anymore, but we have come out.Our legacy had returned, restored and proud, and I had been named the next queen of the Mount Healers, a role I embraced with pride and humility, standing also as the Luna of Valtherion.People are eagerly knowing about us, with awe, and appreciation.Everyone was enjoying the ceremonial grandeur. The gathered clans, the elegant feasts,
The morning light spilled over Mount Air calmly, which felt fresh after a long time since I came to the Healing tribe.I watched Aureliane as she stood at the edge of the eastern fountain, her posture upright, steady, and entirely her own. Leo stood beside her.His dark eyes, usually sharp with command, were tempered with patience. Something I had never noticed in him before.It's time, some unpleasant past should remain buried…“I choose this,” Aureliane exhaled softly, her voice low but unwavering, and with that declaration, the energy of the entire courtyard shifted, the space that had held tension for so long, now realigning in acknowledgment.Leo’s lips curved, sort of a triumph smirk. “As you will,” he murmured.And with that, the bond between them settled, gentle and luminous, wrapping around them like a river finding its course, harmonious and unforced.Mama stepped forward, her expression a mixture of relief and quiet pride. She had carried the weight of secrecy, guarding trut
Quietness… That was the only sense I had where I was standing.A place that was not sky and not earth, not light and not shadow. The world beneath me shimmered like fractured glass, showing glimpses of what I had left behind: Lucien kneeling over my body, Aureliane clutching Leo’s hand, the Mount Healers working frantically, their voices ragged with fear.As though it was memories of my own.I should have felt something. Yet, I felt nothing, except a second pulse. It was faint, but there. Mine— but not mine.I pressed trembling hands to my stomach.“My child,” I whispered, a thread of voice that seemed to vibrate against the nothingness.As though it shook the hollow and it responded.A presence emerged, something unseen, yet it was felt…“Power demands balance.” A voice echoed in the hollow, neither cruel nor kind.And in answer, beneath me, two paths came into view. One burned with steady gold, radiating warmth and certainty. The other glimmered silver-white, delicate and fragile, ye
EVELARASince childhood we had always learned that war means chaos. We have grown knowing histories where war always came announcing itself with banners and horns, with marching armies and declarations.However, at the moment, all of it turned to lies, or perhaps a new form.It arrived as a scream.The courtyard did not simply break— it split open.The shadow that had struck during our oath did not retreat. It multiplied. It tore itself into fragments of living void and flung them across the mountain like seeds of rot.The sky blackened, swallowing light completely as though it never existed.The frost on the stones hissed into steam as magic collided with magic, raw and uncontrolled.And I stood in the center of it, Lucien’s blood still drying against my palm.“This was never meant to become war,” I heard myself saying, though my voice sounded distant, swallowed by the roar of the land unraveling.Lucien turned toward me, his face streaked with ash and moonlight, eyes burning with fur
The moon bathed the courtyard in silver, making the frosty stones glow with an ethereal light.I sensed Lucien's hand gently grasping mine, a firm and reassuring touch, reminding me once again that I am not alone in this fight.“I… I choose you,” I whispered, letting the words carry through the still night. “Even if the world collapses around us, even if death is waiting at the edge of this oath, I choose you.”Lucien’s jaw tightened, but his gaze softened as he pressed his hand against mine. “And I choose you,” he replied, his voice low and resonant. “Even if the shadows rise, even if the stars themselves conspire against us, I will stand with you.”The Mount Healers knelt, lowering the silvered chalices.I could feel the pulse of my blood as it mingled with the water, the oath beginning to hum, alive with our intent, weaving a delicate but unbreakable thread between us.From the corner of my eyes, I saw— Aureliane.She stood beside Leo, shoulders squared, hands empty, but her presenc
EVELARAThe disturbance did not arrive on the mountain abruptly like a storm; rather, it gradually unfolded.At first it was nothing more than a thinning of the air, a subtle tightening beneath the ribs that one might mistake for unease born of imagination. Yet soon, the realisation pressed with a cold intention.I felt it in the quiet space within me where new life had only just begun to quicken.I stood upon the eastern balcony as dusk bled slowly across the horizon, one hand resting low against my abdomen, out of newly maternal instinct.The child within me was still too small for movement— yet the bond felt too strong to ignore.Behind me, Lucien stepped into the fading light. I did not turn though, I had already felt the change in the air when he crossed the threshold.He didn't have that commanding presence anymore; instead, it blended with mine in a quiet, protective way, without being suffocating.His hand settled over my own, warm and steady.“Did you feel it?” he asked softly
EVELARA“Auntie?” Eryx tugged my sleeves, “what are you thinking again? Not feeling well? You can tell dad then, let's go!”I couldn’t help but sigh. “Fine, let's go.” I said.‘Like father, like son,’ Drave muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes as she stirred.‘So true…’ I agreed with her. Bot
EVELARAThe kiss was sudden, astounding, mind-growling!It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t rehearsed. It was raw, and furious, as though heat and fury had tangled in one thread.His lips moved against mine like he had been holding back for far too long. It was hungry and dark. Something I had never experie
EVELARAThe moment my eyes fell on him, my world froze. He was looking like a literal God, tempting and painfully irresistible.The world seemed to shrink to just us. The maids had vanished; Jenna had fussed one last time over my hair, and the light of the chandeliers caught on the silver of my gown
EVELARAThe impact of the suddenness hadn’t even faded when a low growl tore through the night.Strong arms caught me before I could crash against the stone again. The scent of pine and woods wrapped around me like a second skin, and my breath hitched.His body was rock solid against mine, warm and







