Se connecterThe 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...”
Voir plus{Gregon’s POV}The moment her power flared, I felt it.A ripple in the marrow of the world.A trembling in the dark veins of the earth.A whisper of eclipse-born energy threading through the wind like a forgotten prophecy waking from sleep.I inhaled deeply, letting the sensation coil through my lungs.“So,” I murmured into the dim of my bone throne room. “Little eclipse-born… you’re finally blooming.”The shadows around me stirred— my corrupters stiffening, their hackles rising at the shift in the air. They felt it too. Wargs were made from old darkness, but she… she was born from it.I rose from my seat, each step echoing across the blackened stone as I strolled. Rain hammered against the fortress roof like a thousand snarling spirits desperate to warn the world.The shadows around me stirred— my corrupters stiffening, their hackles rising at the shift in the air. They felt it too. Wargs were made from old darkness, but she… she was born from it.I rose from my seat, each step echoi
{Ava's POV}The Ash Caves didn’t let me sleep.Not truly.My body rested against the cold stone, but my nerves stayed awake— vibrating with something that wasn’t exhaustion.Something alive. Something ancient.My wolf.Only… it wasn’t the wolf I had always known. This one felt sharpened by lightning and like it had teeth carved from aged magic and a spine built for deity wars.When I finally pushed myself upright, the world didn’t simply return— it rushed in, slamming into me with clarity that stole the breath from my lungs.I could hear everything.Not just the drip of water inside the cave, but the shift of stones outside… a rabbit’s heartbeat under a bush forty paces west… and the wings of a crow slicing wind miles above the treeline.I inhaled and scents hit me like a storm.Pine. Ash. River water.Blood.And my own fear.Too sharp. Too loud. Too much. I pressed my hands to my ears, but it didn’t help.The world was screaming.“No, no, stop— just stop!”My claws slid out again, un
{Liam’s POV}The Palace had weathered wars, sieges, storms, and centuries of rebellion. But nothing had ever shaken it like this.Not the shattered stones from yesterday’s attack.Not the scorch marks on the courtyard tiles.Not even the blood still staining the eastern wall where Ava had—I swallowed the memory whole, refusing to let it surface. I couldn’t afford to break. Not now.The Palace was trying to breathe, but every inhale felt fractured. Servants whispered like frightened birds. Warriors sharpened their weapons with trembling hands. Scouts moved in and out of the gates, dragging mud, panic, and dread behind them.Everyone was waiting for something.For another attack. For another collapse.Or for Ava to appear again, only this time, as the monster they now believed she was.I stood at the part of the courtyard that led into the fields and I was staring at the cracked rock grounds beneath my boots. It still felt warm where her darkness had touched it. Warm, like the last rem
{Calita’s POV}Someway, somehow, I found a chance. I worked my way around the chains that bound me and found an escape window. It could be called miraculous and rain did not fall that night—It attacked.Sheets of cold water smacked my face as I stumbled through the crooked trees marking Gregon’s outer encampment. My wrists burned with my skin split open due to their scourge and rope-burns flaring with every heartbeat. My legs dragged behind me like broken branches.But I ran.Or something close to it, coupled with gasping and half-crawling motion I was making. Thunder cracked across the sky now, lighting the black forest in white flashes that stabbed my eyes. Each bolt illuminated the twisted shapes behind me— the ruins, the jagged watchtowers Gregon carved from stone and stone,I could still feel him.Gregon’s presence clung to my bones like oil, heavy and suffocating, as if the very storm carried his breath.“Find her,” he had commanded when they noticed. And his corrupters obe






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