MasukSixteen-year-old Vera Moonlock has survived the slums of the imperial capital by wit and stealth—but when a drunken soldier targets an innocent child, her dormant power erupts in a flash of psychic fury. Branded the “dream witch,” she’s dragged to the feared Judgment Tower, where the empire confines its most dangerous Alphas. There she meets Lucien Thornehart, the legendary Mad Wolf King, whose mind teeters on the brink of madness. Bound by necessity—and a fragile pact woven in the dream plain—they shatter their chains and ignite a rebellion under the rising Blood Moon. From the Howling Spire to the storm-lashed heights of Skyforge Citadel, Vera and Lucien must master their mismatched gifts: her star-blood dreamcraft and his feral alpha wrath. As they breach iron gates, outwit psionic dampeners, and rally hybrids and humans alike, they discover that the true enemy is not a single tyrant but the systemic fear that binds them all. In a final reckoning on a frozen lake, they redeem a fallen prince, unite former foes in the Constellation Accord, and found Ember Tower Academy—where the next generation will learn to guard freedom with fang and dream. *Dream Sovereign: Chronicles of the Blood Moon* is an epic saga of power, mercy, and the unbreakable bonds forged in shared nightmares.
Lihat lebih banyakThe rebuilt Howling Spire—now Ember Tower Academy—rose like a white flame against the twilight sky. Lanterns of crystal cast soft violet halos across the courtyard; laughter and chatter drifted from the classrooms below. Vera Moonlock stood on the academy’s upper balcony, leaning against the carved stone parapet, her silver-threaded gown glowing in the last light of dusk. Beside her, Lucien Thornehart flexed his armored gauntlet, watching the young initiates practice dreamcraft and sentinel drills on the tiles below.“Listen,” Vera murmured, voice soft with pride. From the courtyard drifted the hum of a dozen dream-silk generators—trays of silvery thread humming with students’ fledgling energies. “They’re weaving the Circle of Shared Pain.”A group of fifteen children—human and hybrid—stood in a ring around a low crystalline pool. Their voices rose in harmony:> “By moon and fang, by silver tide,> We bind our hearts and cast aside> The fear that lingers deep inside.> In
The amphitheater lay in ruins, its marble seats cracked and overturned, ash from the Spire’s destruction settling like gray snow. At dawn’s first light, a provisional council had gathered on the kaleidoscopic mosaic of the arena floor: defected Sentinels in battered armor, hybrid elders draped in dream-silk stoles, human guildmasters in soiled robes, and former slaves bearing scars of crystal collars. Above it all hovered the shattered constellations of Ember Hollow’s dream-lanterns, their violet glow flickering against the pale sky.Vera Moonlock stood upon the dais’s fractured dais—once the execution stage—her obsidian fang pressed at her throat scar. Beside her, Lucien Thornehart’s wolf-pulse radiated a steady warmth; his chains had been reforged into a massive symbol of unity draped across his shoulders like a mantle. The council’s murmurs hushed as Vera raised her hand.“Friends,” she began, voice clear and resonant, “we stand upon ashes and snow. Tonight, we shattered tyran
Vera led Lucien across the snow-blanketed uplands, the wind howling like lost spirits through skeletal pines. Below them, the frozen lake stretched like shattered glass, its ivory expanse framed by jagged cliffs. At the far shore, Magnus waited—his polished black armor gleaming beneath the red-tinged sun, a circle of loyalists forming a silent ring behind him.“Brother,” Magnus called, voice echoing across the ice. “Come claim your birthright—or perish where you stand.”Lucien’s crimson eyes flared. He flexed his gauntlet claws as he strode forward, cloak flapping in the gale. Vera fell back, cloak drawn tight, the obsidian fang at her belt glowing faintly with dream-silk warmth.Vera stayed close behind him. “Be careful,” she called, voice firm. “He wields diluted Star-Sleep power of his own.”Lucien nodded, jaw set. “I’ve trained for this.”They stepped onto the slick surface. The frozen lake groaned beneath their boots, fracturing in radiating lines. Magnus grinned, r
The forest’s edge gave way to a windswept plateau, its grasses crunching under Vera’s boots. Dawn’s pale light filtered through skeletal pines, casting long shadows across frost-glazed earth. She paused, breath steaming, to secure the obsidian fang at her waist and pull her cloak tighter around her shoulders. Beyond the crest lay Ember Hollow’s southern gate—her rendezvous point—and the last survivors of the purge still clung to hope beneath its arches.Vera inhaled the crisp air, tasting pine and ash. Lucien’s tracking scent had faded behind her; the creek valley swallowed his passage. Now she would draw the imperial hounds away, baiting their search into the eastern wilds. If all went to plan, refugees would slip north under cover of dawn.A distant crack made her heart stutter. She whipped around as a column of six armored riders emerged—a patrol of Gamma cavalry, visors down, lances poised. They fanned out in a semicircle, horses stamping and snorting in the brittle grass.


















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