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Author’s Note

作者: S.A RIVERS
last update 最終更新日: 2025-12-19 22:54:57

To my dear readers,

Reaching this final page feels both surreal and deeply emotional. When Scarred Under Moonlight first took shape, it began as nothing more than an idea, a quiet spark that lived in my imagination long before it ever became a story you could read. I never knew how far that spark would travel, or how many hearts it would touch along the way.

Standing here now, at the very end, I can only say one thing with certainty: this journey would never have been possible without you.

From the very first chapter to this final moment, you chose to stay. You waited for updates, unlocked chapters, shared your thoughts, left comments, and supported this story in ways that truly mattered. Every single action, no matter how small it may have seemed, played a role in shaping this novel. Writing may begin with an author, but a story truly comes alive because of its readers.

Like the characters within these pages, this journey was not without its challenges. There were moments of doubt,
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  • Scarred Under Moonlight   Author’s Note

    To my dear readers,Reaching this final page feels both surreal and deeply emotional. When Scarred Under Moonlight first took shape, it began as nothing more than an idea, a quiet spark that lived in my imagination long before it ever became a story you could read. I never knew how far that spark would travel, or how many hearts it would touch along the way. Standing here now, at the very end, I can only say one thing with certainty: this journey would never have been possible without you.From the very first chapter to this final moment, you chose to stay. You waited for updates, unlocked chapters, shared your thoughts, left comments, and supported this story in ways that truly mattered. Every single action, no matter how small it may have seemed, played a role in shaping this novel. Writing may begin with an author, but a story truly comes alive because of its readers.Like the characters within these pages, this journey was not without its challenges. There were moments of doubt,

  • Scarred Under Moonlight   When Crowns Rest Gently

    Days later, morning came without urgency.Sunlight spilled across the kingdom not as a warning or a summons, but as a promise. The air felt lighter, warmer, as though the land itself knew this day mattered, not because of war or sacrifice, but because of continuity.The palace stirred early.Not with panic. Not with tension. But with quiet purpose.Servants moved through the halls carrying folded fabrics and polished insignias. Guards stood straighter, their expressions proud rather than grim. Whispers followed them, not fearful murmurs, but excited ones, threaded with disbelief that this day had finally arrived.Today, the future would be crowned.Aleron stood before the tall mirror in his room, staring at his reflection without truly seeing it.The ceremonial attire felt heavier than anything ever had.Not because of its weight, but because of what it represented.“You look like you’re preparing for battle,” Ronan muttered from where he leaned against the wall, arms crossed.Aleron

  • Scarred Under Moonlight   When Tomorrow Begins

    Stone by stone, breath by breath, life pressed forward with a stubbornness that mirrored the people who lived within its walls. What had once been shattered rose again, not exactly as it was before, but stronger in places where cracks had once run deep.Homes were restored, some with new scars etched into their foundations, others completely rebuilt. The palace itself no longer carries the suffocating weight of dread. Its halls echoed again with footsteps that were not hurried by fear, laughter that did not sound forced, conversations that were no longer whispered like secrets that might summon death.The kingdom lived.Happiness did not explode into existence. It flowed. Quietly. Steadily. Like a river that had finally found its course again.Aria watched it all from the balcony that overlooked the courtyard, her hands resting lightly on the stone railing. Below her, workers moved with practiced ease, passing tools, exchanging jokes, pausing now and then to wipe sweat from their bro

  • Scarred Under Moonlight   After The Silence

    The first thing Aria realized was that silence could hurt.It pressed against her ears, heavy and unfamiliar, no longer sharpened by screams or the clash of power. The war had ended, but the absence of chaos felt almost unreal, as if her body was waiting for another strike that never came.She sat on the cold stone floor with her back against a fractured pillar, knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around herself.Her power was gone, completely drained leaving her hollow in a way that frightened her more than exhaustion ever had. Every breath felt shallow, deliberate.Around her, life slowly reassembled itself. Not all at once. Not neatly.But stubbornly.Low voices murmured through the ruined hall. The injured were moved carefully, carried by those who were still strong enough to stand. Some wolves shifted back fully into human form, collapsing the moment their feet hit the ground. Others stayed half-shifted, trembling, eyes glassy with shock.Pain existed everywhere.So d

  • Scarred Under Moonlight   When Darkness Falls Silent

    The air split.Not with sound…but with power.The moment Aria stepped forward beside her children, something ancient and volatile ignited between them. It was not planned. Not spoken. It simply happened, a convergence born of blood, bond, and survival.Erevon felt it.His amused expression faded, crimson eyes narrowing as the pressure in the hall shifted sharply. The shadows around him writhed, recoiling as though sensing something they did not understand.“What is this?” he murmured.Aria didn’t answer.She couldn’t.Her breath came shallow and sharp as her power surged wildly, no longer contained within her alone. It stretched outward, reaching and her children answered instinctively.Ronan’s flames dimmed, not extinguished, but reshaped, turning white-hot, refined, no longer wild. Lyanna’s lunar force thickened, pulling inward instead of exploding outward, stabilizing, anchoring. Aleron’s power surged last, pressing everything together, compressing space itself until the air scream

  • Scarred Under Moonlight   The Cost Of Standing

    Darkness swallowed the hall. Not metaphorical darkness, living darkness. It crashed down like a tidal wave, blotting out light, sound, and breath in one suffocating instant.Aria felt it slam into her chest, knocking the air from her lungs as she was thrown backward. She hit the floor hard, pain radiating up her spine, but she rolled instinctively, forcing moonlight outward before the shadows could coil around her throat.“Mother!” Lyanna screamed.Aria pushed herself up on trembling arms. “I’m here!”The hall was barely recognizable now. Pillars lay shattered, stone littered the floor like bones. Wolves clashed everywhere, pack members against shadow wolves and rogues, teeth snapping, claws ripping, bodies slamming into walls with savage force.The sound was unbearable.Growls. Howls. Screams cut short.Blood soaked the marble.Sebastian was already back on his feet.He charged at Erevon again, his wolf form moving with terrifying speed despite the blood matting his fur. Caius follow

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