LOGINThe Alpha Who Stood in the FireThe night air was saturated with the metallic aroma of spilled magic. It clung to Freya’s lungs as she sprinted through the remnants of the deserted courtyard, her heartbeat a frantic drum beneath her skin. The moon— swollen, luminous, almost aggressive — loomed above like a silent observer to the turmoil unfolding across the pack lands.Behind her, the ground quaked.He was approaching.Freya dared not glance back. Every instinct urged her to continue fleeing, to create as much distance as possible between herself and the monstrous incarnation of the man she once cherished. The cursed energy twisting within Aldric had already devoured half of his control. If she hesitated— even for a moment — he might not recognize her at all.A crackle of dark lightning cleaved the sky as another surge of corrupted power erupted behind her. The shockwave struck her back like a solid barrier, propelling her forward. She landed in the dirt with a gasp, coughing as dust
The Luna Who Refuses to Yield(100% original rewrite, safe for Goodnovel)The storm lashed against the shattered windows of Moonstone Hall with ferocious intensity, each raindrop echoing as if the heavens were mourning alongside them. Outside, trees bent under the wrath of the wind, their branches snapping like fragile bones. Yet, the turmoil within the hall was even more severe—hotter, sharper, and alive.Aria stood at the heart of the devastated chamber, her chest rising and falling as if she had sprinted through a battlefield. Her claws shimmered, half-extended, while her aura swirled with a cold, controlled fury that none of the warriors dared to approach. Damp strands of hair clung to her cheeks, but her eyes… her eyes blazed. Fierce. Bright. Unyielding.Opposite her, Rowan knelt on one knee, his palm pressed against a crack in the stone floor. Blood stained his jawline, a crimson trail trickling down his arm. He was not fatally injured, but Aria had pushed him further than any L
The Alpha’s Breaking PointThe night air outside the Moonfang borders felt unusually cold, as if the entire forest was aware of the storm brewing within Alpha Raiden. He stood at the edge of the cliff, his fists clenched so tightly that his claws pierced his own palms. Blood dripped quietly onto the rocks, vanishing into the wind-torn darkness.He had been strong throughout his life.He had endured wars, betrayals, torture, and curses.Yet nothing… nothing had equipped him for the agony of nearly losing her once more.As he replayed the moment of Soraya collapsing in his arms earlier, something within him shattered once again. That fracture—small yet profound—was spreading through him like ice.Footsteps approached cautiously from behind.“Alpha,” Lucian murmured, maintaining a respectful distance. “She’s resting now. The healers assure me she will regain her strength by dawn.”Raiden remained motionless. “She should not have been harmed at all.”Lucian exhaled, casting a glance at th
Beneath the Weight of ProphecyThe night enveloped the Moonstone Pack like a dense cloak, saturated with tension, fear, and an unusual electric anticipation that resonated beneath each heartbeat. Dark clouds swept across the sky, obscuring the moon in shifting silver shadows. This was not merely another night. It felt as though the world was holding its breath, waiting—observing.And deep within, Aria sensed it as well.She stood at the periphery of the training grounds, her hands clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The bond within her throbbed—wild, urgent, almost agonizing. The final lines of the prophecy echoed in her mind like a persistent whisper that refused to dissipate."When blood and moon collide, the Luna who once broke shall rise unbroken. Her roar will command the shadows, and her choice will decide the fate of alphas."Her destiny. Her decision. Everything seemed to revolve around her.Behind her, footsteps approached—firm, familiar, and steady. She did n
The Moon’s Oath of FireThe night had descended heavily, as if the sky itself was aware of the impending storm surrounding the pack. A profound silence enveloped the camp, too unnatural to be comfortable. Even the wind seemed to pause.Aria sensed it first—A tremor in the bond.A warning signal of impending danger.Her eyes flew open.Kael was already alert, perched at the edge of the bed with his claws partially extended and his eyes glowing like molten gold. He turned slowly towards her, his shoulders tense."You felt that too," she murmured.He nodded once. "Someone has breached the perimeter wards."Aria sprang to her feet and grabbed her cloak. "An intruder?""No." His voice deepened. "A message."Before she could inquire further, a sharp howl pierced the night—short, clipped, and urgent. A scout’s distress signal.Aria and Kael reacted immediately.By the time they arrived at the camp clearing, several warriors had assembled, their faces set and tense. In the center stood Rowan
When the Moonblood CallsThe night air was unusually cold—sharp, almost metallic—suggesting that the world itself was aware of the impending events. Aria sensed it as well. Something beneath her skin resonated as she traversed the quiet corridor of the Moonshade mansion, each footfall reverberating like a foreboding signal. The candles adorning the walls flickered violently, casting elongated shadows across the stone floor, shadows that contorted in ways that shadows should not contort.Something ancient was stirring.Rowan caught up to her just before she reached the double doors that led to the inner courtyard. His voice was low, roughened by fatigue and tension.“Aria. Do not venture out there alone.”She did not turn at once. Her fingers hovered over the iron handle, trembling slightly. “I can sense it. The pull. It is stronger tonight than it has ever been.”Rowan gently pulled her hand away—not roughly, but with enough firmness to cause her breath to catch. His eyes searched her







