Fatebound To The Cursed Luna

Chapter One—The Witch of Nightingale ~LYDIA~ Father placed the spoils in front of me—Half eaten cobs, dried stale meat, vegetables with possible maggots in them and brown potato mashings. It was a good morning and I ate to my fill. “Pig.” He snorted as he walked away. He was being nice today. There was probably some sort of good fortune being brought upon him, as it wasn’t the worst insult I’ve been subjected to. I couldn’t help but smile as I pushed a forkful of dried meat into my mouth. The markings on my forearms were more prevalent now—a purplish black tint I was born with, with the shape of a birch tree that went all the way up from my back to my wrists. They used to be so sheer and now very bold markings, a clear sign of my curse. Yes, I was the cursed Luna. The abomination, the harbinger of doom as the rest of the pack called me. I was supposed to be dead at birth, casted into the woods for the rabid dogs to eat their fill, but my mother chose to off h

Chapter Three—A foretold Prophecy~TANNER~ The sudden appearance of Imelda, the high priestess of the pack was not a good sign. She only appeared when rites needed to be performed, festivals needed to be celebrated….and prophecies to be foretold. From the look in her eyes, I could tell it was none of the first two. Cecile’s father had a glum look on his face as I pushed his daughter towards him. He didn’t say a word, pointing at the door. The cursed one obeyed, pure with servitude, as her head hung low when she retreated into the house. “What is this about?” I asked, with a frown on my face. I was at unease. The high priestess sighed deeply, “It would be better if we conversed inside the home.” My frown deepened, “Alright then.” ******** Worry knots formed across the crevice of my forehead, despite Cecile’s father pouring me a cup of barely tea, my unrest was beyond mild. The high priestess wasn’t forthcoming with her auspiciou

Chapter Five—A Mating Ceremony -LYDIA- Five days and they ignored my existence—both father and my berserk sister. Five days of being ocked in my room—no food, no water, no sunlight. I crouched to the floor, in dire need of a bath as my body reeked of tears and moss from the walls. The gnawing pain from my empty stomach I ignored, it all didn’t matter to me as I could persevere for a few more days until father relented. Technically it wasn’t the first time I’ve been sent into exile. Father once had me in darkness for twelve days, all because I ate a piece of Cecile’s cake and had mud on her party dress. I was released only when he saw how frail and close to death I was. There’s always a reason for my lockdown, all of it being my fault but this was different. Cecile wasn’t just angry, she wanted to gauge my eyes out which was a reaction I’d never gotten from her before. I was used to being ignored by her, she barely acknowledges my existence and when she does it

Chapter Seven—The Unspeakable Bond My eyes opened to a low hanging ceiling. I let out a wince as I tried to sit upright but my body had the feeling of a whole bag of barley being dropped on it. My throat was dry, parched, and in need of dire water to quench my thirst. Where am I?? I managed to turn my head to the side where I found a pitcher and a glass by a nightstand. Another wince escaped me as I forced my limping body to sit. The hunger I felt knew no bounds, as I grabbed the pitcher and drank the whole thing in one swig. Mercy. I felt like the goddess had taken a little pity upon me, as the water ran down my throat, tears almost fell from the simple act of kindness by whom? I didn’t know. The haze from my eyes started to clear as I glanced around, taking a note of my surroundings. The room was dusty, tiny, with my arm being able to reach for the door and the cupboard that stood at the opposite side. There was a window which gave the perfect view of t

Chapter Nine—Pyring hate I found myself in my room, panting heavily trickles of sweat flowing down my bare body. I was naked. Why I was I still wasn’t sure, but nothing mattered, not when I’d just lived the worst dream of my life. Fatigue raced through every inch of my body as I pushed my covers away, still not caring about my risqué appearance as I went into the washroom where I dunked my head into a whole basin of clean water. I wanted to scream inside it, especially with the pain which hit every joint in my body, talk less of the throbbing headache. The events of last night flowed trough my memory—the mating ceremony, my dirty bride, the blood pact and the force of power which engulfed me. All I saw was a light before my consciousness ceased to exist. What happened?? I let out a grunt as I left the washroom. I reached for a simple shirt and loose fitting pants. Even my hands couldn’t work properly, as I winced just trying to skip into the sleeves of m