Moonlit Monarch: A Duology

I spent the next few minutes interrogating my father, pressing for answers until he gave and until I was satisfied. He'd hidden so much from me and my brother and I needed to know as much as I could. From what I gathered, Lycans and werewolves performed sacrifices to the moon goddess on every blood moon. This tradition lasted for centuries until Darius Sebastian, the man in charge of the sacrificial offerings, had a relationship with Ophelia, the daughter of the goddess who had been sent to Earth.The goddess was furious with her daughter's actions. She cursed Darius to transform into an uncontrollable monster every full moon. Unfortunately, Ophelia died after giving birth to a Lycan child, who was destined to eradicate the werewolf race as a punishment.Originally, the punishment was meant only for Lycans since Darius was a Lycan. However, a female wolf defied the goddess by assisting Ophelia in conceiving her son. This act of defiance brought calamity upon the werewolves. Regrettab

Red, pink, and brown were the colors of the day. All around me lay the aftermath of a brutal attack. The scent of blood and death permeated the air, a stark contrast to the usual fragrance of flowers that graced our pack. The sight before me was devastating—my pack's warriors, once fierce and formidable, now lay lifeless, their bodies torn apart by the ferocity of a single assailant. The sheer brutality of the scene painted a vivid picture of the monster we faced. Whoever this adversary was, he moved so swiftly that I couldn't even catch a glimpse of his identity.A cry escaped my lips as my eyes landed on my father, lying motionless in a pool of his own blood. The weight of despair settled upon me as I dropped to my knees beside him, cradling his lifeless face in my trembling hands."Father," I pleaded, my voice choked with anguish, "please, open your eyes, say something, anything!" I shook his body in desperation, but there was no response. Fear gripped me as the reality sank in—my

As I sat there on my bed, a whirlwind of emotions engulfed me, and an indescribable sense of devastation washed over my soul. It felt as if my entire being had been crushed under the weight of a sin I knew nothing of. My mind struggled to come to terms with the gravity of what had happened, and I couldn’t help but replay all those moments when I had dreamt of finding my soul mate. Now, everything made sense. The reason behind my father’s constant discouragement regarding discussions about soul mates became clear. It wasn’t merely about the challenges of facing a god; it was about the potential danger of facing a god in the very body of my beloved. The thought sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but feel torn between my affection for my mate and the fear that now gripped my heart. As I tried to process the enormity of this revelation, my mind wandered back to all those seemingly innocent conversations I had had with my father about love and soul mates. I remembered how he

THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW Valeria embarked on her journey to Cedo, a mystical forest where the legendary Oracle of the goddess resided. The woman was reputed to be one of the most powerful beings loved specially by the goddess herself, possessing a multitude of extraordinary abilities that had manifested since she was only seven years old. Whenever people faced difficulties, they sought her counsel, but Valeria couldn’t shake her fear that Doris might be unable to assist her with her predicament. Valeria stood hesitantly at the forest’s entrance, clutching her backpack tightly. All around her, the sounds of the wilderness enveloped her senses—the beasts of the forest making their primal calls, the melodious chirping of birds, and the gentle swaying of treetops in the wind. The idyllic scene masked the imminent danger that lurked within. With every step she took into the dense foliage, Valeria’s senses heightened. She remained on high alert, well aware that her so-called mate poss

THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW With Karina in his arms, he continued his journey to Mountain Mulnora where the person who knew of how to get rid of him was. He looked down at the woman he was carrying and smiled. She really knew how to make a wolf happy with the body she had. If she was a mated she-wolf, he would have hunted down her mate and killed him. Olethros didn’t really feel the mate bond with Valerie as it was the will of the moon goddess. She knew it would cloud his thoughts, so if there were to be some sort of emotional attraction, it would be from a human vessel. But in a situation where a god had taken control of your body and chosen to make the life of your mate a living hell, there was nothing much one could do. All Layton could do was watch as a psychotic god of destruction and his demonic wolf killed everyone. The death of pack members were all because of Mavros and Olethros. Layton never wanted it, but he could do nothing about it. It was two against one, and he knew