FAZER LOGINThe moon decides what you are… Crescent-born serve. Full-moon-born rule. Eclipse-born die. Ava was never meant to live. Born beneath an eclipse moon— the mark of the Werewarg, her kind are executed at birth for the damnation & chaos their power brings. Hidden all her life beneath the roof of those who despise her, Ava’s existence is a mistake waiting to be discovered and erased. But when fate sends her to Moonspire Academy, the brutal training ground of the Reigns, she humiliates the wrong opponent— the Alpha Prince himself. And by doing this, she commits an unpardonable offense as the Prince is furious, but instead of death, she’s given the unthinkable — she’s given an order by the King to train his son; the same Prince (whose kind hunt down her kind) Now, as forbidden sparks ignite between rivals, the Kingdom trembles beneath prophecy’s shadow. Because Ava’s secret is darker than anyone imagines... Yet when her truth is revealed, the Reigns will learn that the ‘supposed monster’ they feared might be the only one who can save them… While an arrogant Prince’s heart would soon be opened to a better truth… “Enemies by blood. Bound by fate. When the moon darkens and the air reeks of death, even monsters can become queens...”
Ver mais{Ava’s POV}The Grand Hall was full.Not tense. Not bracing for impact.Full.Light poured through the high windows, catching on polished stone and freshly hung banners that carried the blue of the Reigns interwoven with Reignile silver. The damage had not been erased. It had been honored, repaired, remembered.People filled every tier. Warriors in scarred armor. Elders with lined faces and sharp eyes. Citizens who had survived the fire and chosen to return. Moonspire fighters stood openly among Palace guards now, no longer watched, no longer questioned.For the first time since I could remember, the Reigns felt awake.I stood near the entrance, armored in obsidian steel etched with subtle lunar patterns. The weight of it was familiar now. Honest. Not ceremonial, but true.Edna circled me once, hands on her hips.“You look like someone who could conquer a kingdom,” she said.“I already did,” I replied a bit playfully.She smiled, fierce and proud. “Then go stand beside your King.”The
{Liam’s POV}The Dungeons Keep was quieter than I remembered after all the rebels had either been shown mercy and sent away or rehabilitated.For those few days, it felt like this keep had been a place of sound. Chains shifting. Guards muttering. Prisoners screaming. Even when no one spoke, the air itself had seemed to hum with tension, as if the stones remembered every crime committed within them.Now?Nothing.No whispers.No defiance.No venomous laughter echoing from behind iron bars.Just silence.Final and absolute.I stood at the threshold of the lower chamber, hands clasped behind my back, my boots planted on cold stone darkened by old blood. Torches burned steadily along the walls, their flames calm— too calm, casting long shadows that refused to move.Revna’s cell lay open.Empty.The shackles hung uselessly against the wall, silver cuffs dulled by time and friction. The floor had been scrubbed clean, but there were stains no amount of water could erase— not if you knew wher
{Ava’s POV}Today, the Palace was quiet in a way it had never been before.I stepped onto the eastern balcony as dusk settled over the Palace grounds, the sky bruised with soft violets and golds as the sun slipped behind the far ridges. Below, the city moved again— slowly, cautiously, alike something injured but alive. Lanterns flickered on one by one. Voices carried upward in low, human tones. I rested my hands on the stone railing, cool beneath my palms.For the first time after the war ended, no one was watching me.No guards hovering at my back. No council members whispering behind pillars. No soldiers measuring me like a weapon they didn’t understand.It was just peace. Certainty and quiet. There were suddenly footsteps behind me now, tangible but hesitant.I didn’t turn right away. I knew who it was.“You shouldn’t be alone,” Liam said quietly.“I’m not,” I replied. “I’m just not surrounded.”That earned a faint exhale behind me— something close to a laugh, stripped of humor b
{Ava’s POV}The training yard rang with the sound of impact.Steel against steel. Claws against claws. Boots scraping stone and breath tearing from lungs already pushed past comfort.I welcomed it.Pain was honest. Exhaustion was simple. They didn’t ask questions or drag memories back into the light.“Again,” I said.The warrior across from me—a Moonspire General with a healed scar across his cheek, hesitated for half a heartbeat before raising his guard again. He had learned, as most of them had, that hesitation was worse than recklessness when facing me.We circled.I felt the familiar hum beneath my skin—not the wild surge of the eclipse, not the consuming darkness of battle, but the steadier thing I was learning to live with. Control. I was sparring in order to learn control and be able to fight normally without triggering the eclipse energy. The General lunged.I sidestepped, hooked his ankle with my foot, and drove my shoulder into his chest. He hit the ground hard enough to k
{Ava’s POV}The Palace had learned a new kind of silence.Not the fearful hush that crept through corridors during the war, nor the brittle quiet that followed death and judgment— but something gentler. Heavier. A silence that held memory instead of dread.I stood on the eastern balcony just as daw
{Ava’s POV}I stood at the edge of a tall Palace balcony as dawn lifted slowly over the city. The air smelled different now— less of ash and blood, more of damp stone and early morning smoke from hearths being lit for warmth instead of warning.People were gathering. Not summoned. Not ordered. They
{Ava’s POV}The Palace courtyard was quieter than it had been in weeks.Not empty— never empty anymore, but settled, like a body learning how to breathe again after nearly drowning. Guards stood watch with less tension in their shoulders while Citizens passed through the outer gates without flinchi
{Ava’s POV}~ Some Days Later ~ The bells began at dawn.Not the sharp, celebratory chime used for victories or coronations— but the low, slow toll reserved for endings that mattered. Each strike rolled across the Palace grounds like a breath released too carefully, echoing through stone corridors


















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