After sneaking into a ceremony with a stolen invitation, Mordeu begins training to become an elite warrior in the Luna Cavalry—a group created to keep peace among the Supernatural. But just when he thinks he has a clear path, everything changes, turning his world upside down. In the middle of it all, Mordeu meets Cillian, the mysterious son of Alvitir. Their bond grows quickly, pulling Mordeu in deeper than he expected. As he searches for answers about the strange color of his fur, he finds loyal friends—but also a rising battle within his own mind. Can Mordeu stay strong through the chaos? Or will Tristan, the ghost of his past, be the one to break him?
View More“You fucking lowborn trash.”
The guy on top of him threw another punch at his face, smashing his head into the dirt. He could taste soil mixed with blood. If he could speak, he’d say it was a disgusting mix.
But there was nothing he could do except take the beating.
He was just a lowborn trash anyway.
Unlike him, the guy sitting on top of him, making his legs go numb with his weight, was from an important clan—rich, proud, and full of himself. The perfect arrogant jerk to steal from.
When the “highborn” finally had enough, he got off him and climbed onto his horse. He rode off with his group of cologne-soaked pricks. Either they’d been at a whorehouse last night or they were the type of men who wore makeup and did things with other men.
Mordeu slowly got up, spitting out the sand and blood he’d kept in his mouth. He could feel his wounds starting to heal, but the bruises from that jerk were still bad. If he went home like this, his mom would know he’d been in a fight.
So he had to stall. Maybe head to the market and buy some vegetables or beef with the coins he stole from that jerk.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pouch of coins—but something else came out too.
It was wrapped in soft, fancy magenta silk. It felt nice against his rough skin. In a rush, he took off the cloth and stuffed it in his other pocket. What was left was a thick white card.
Mordeu read the card, and a smile appeared on his face.
It was an invitation for two brothers—no names mentioned—to join a training held by the top three clans. It was for the Luna Calvary: a group of fighters who protected the kingdom from political, social, or outside threats.
Mordeu had grown up hearing stories about them. Some people said they were wolves who could turn invisible at night. Others said they were dead soldiers brought back to life by the Goddess. There were lots of wild stories. But the truth, sitting in his hands now, seemed to be that they were just normal wolves who got picked to train.
This news was better than vegetables or beef. But he wasn’t about to skip those either.
Still smiling, Mordeu walked into the village square—or as most called it, the market—and bought some vegetables and beef for his small family.
They lived in one of the worst houses in the village. But then again, the whole village was full of bad houses. Still, Mordeu loved coming home to the smell of mud, garbage, and cinnamon. It always made him feel warm inside.
This time, he had good news to share.
“I found something that will change our lives forever!” he said loudly as he slapped the card down on the table.
His brother, Fjall, walked over and snatched the card from under his hand. Mordeu didn’t mind. He just watched Fjall’s face as he read it.
“What do you think?” Mordeu asked, nervous and fidgeting.
“What’s going on?” Their mother came in, holding their little sister. There were only four of them in the family.
“I found a way for us to make a living,” Mordeu said, excited.
“If they even let us in,” Fjall said, doubtful. Mordeu had expected that reaction.
“We don’t need to apply,” Mordeu said, laughing. “It’s an invitation—we’re already accepted.”
“You stole it, didn’t you?” Fjall asked, waving the card like Mordeu didn’t know what he meant.
Mordeu rolled his eyes. “I did, and I got a good beating for it.”
“You got beaten up?” their mother asked, grabbing his chin to look at him. Luckily, his injuries had already healed, so she couldn’t see anything.
“I’m fine, Mother. Just help me convince Fjall,” he said, frustrated.
“Mother,” Fjall said, “do you really think it’s okay for us to leave you here alone with no one to protect you?”
Mordeu rolled his eyes again.
“Fjall,” their mother said, “do you want to stay in this dump forever because you’re scared and pretending it’s to protect me?” She was blunt. “Do I look like I need protection?”
Mordeu almost laughed.
“If this is a chance to do something great, shouldn’t you take it?” she asked. “And if you fail and come back, at least I won’t have to feed you for a while.”
“Do you even know what this is about?” Fjall asked, getting frustrated.
Their mother was already walking out of the room. “I don’t care. If Mordeu says it’s good, I trust him. He’s brave and curious. You, on the other hand, are boring and lazy. It’s time you felt the wind in your hair.” She shrugged and left.
Fjall groaned loudly and walked back to Mordeu, who was smiling like a kid with candy.
“Why does this matter so much to you?”
Mordeu grabbed his shoulders. “Picture it, brother. The two of us—night warriors, protecting the kingdom, earning big coin for Mother.”
“So it’s about the money?” Fjall saw right through him.
Mordeu pretended to frown and pulled Fjall close, arm over his shoulder. “It’s about Mother and little Fen.”
“So it’s about the money,” Fjall said again.
“Maybe.”
They both laughed.
And before the sun came up the next morning, they were gone, heading to Belvot Mountain where the training would happen.
The trip wasn’t too long or hard. With help from strangers who answered their questions, they got to the base of the mountain.
There were lots of other students—some witches, some wolves. In their world, there were four main supernatural types: Wolves, vampires, witches, and elves. But because of a past fight, they had split into two sides. Witches and wolves were one group (though they lived apart), and elves and vampires were another.
So it was a big surprise when some elves and vampires showed up at the top of the mountain.
“If witches can be in the Luna Calvary, why not elves and vampires? Don’t we all want peace?” a female elf said.
It was Mordeu’s first time seeing an elf. He couldn’t stop looking at her. Her long ears, straight black hair, and sharp eyes amazed him. Her clothes were different too. But he had to admit—she was beautiful and powerful.
“There’s never been a request from His Majesty or Our Lord to let your kind join the Calvary…” a man in plain white robes tried to explain to the elf and her group.
But she cut him off. “So what does that mean, Lord Alvitir? We can’t enter?”
From how she spoke and how nervous Lord Alvitir looked, it was clear she was someone important. He’d probably rather eat grass than upset her.
“She’s a princess,” Fjall whispered.
Mordeu nodded. That explained a lot.
The elves and vampires were ruled by royalty. The witches had a Coven—a group of seven powerful witches who all shared power. The wolves had no ruler. But three clans had risen during hard times, and people respected them. They weren’t served, but they were honored. These were called the Three Major Clans: House of Stregobor, House of Balor, and House of Alvitir.
And the man standing there, talking to the elf princess, was none other than Lord Alvitir himself.
“No, that’s not what I meant, Princess. Please, come in,” he said, pointing toward the gate. It was made of two tall stones with just enough space for two people to walk between—so it was called the gateway.
The princess nodded and walked forward, but Alvitir wasn’t done.
He said, “Now that you’ve made this choice, remember: beyond these gates, you are not an elf, a vampire, or even a royal. You’re the same as everyone else. The training will be just as hard. Don’t try to use your status. You’re not highborn or lowborn—you’re just alive and training.”
Fjall’s breath suddenly stuck in his throat, his body was unable to move, but he didn’t need to move because the arrow’s attempts at penetrating Alana failed.He lifted his eyes and saw Freya, holding the arrow in place. Fjall watched the arrow suddenly turn to ashes.Freya took a step back, stretched out both her hands, and then fire exuded from both palms, blasting the invoking humans with blue flames. Everyone caught in the fire immediately turned to ashes.She didn’t stop there. With her left hand, she continued to exterminate them with hot blue flame; her right hand, however, grabbed hold of her sword. She started to make circles with it. However, what became of it was a wind greater than what anyone had ever seen. The wind was so strong, it managed to pull some trees from the earth, but of course, her plan was not to destroy the battlefield. She shot out the long tornado she had made toward the humans.The tornado wiped them out, tossed them away in different directions, and whe
A human walked behind him and pushed his green-powered sword into Mordeu, hoping that the wound was large enough for it not to heal. However, before the human even had the chance to stand and watch what became of the wound, his head was already bitten off by Mordeu.It was quite a sight. In less than a few seconds, only Mordeu’s head took the shape of his original form, and with it, he opened his wide mouth, big enough to bite off over twenty humans’ heads, and bit off the soldier’s head.“Ewww,” Freya grimaced.However, they all watched, waited to see what happened. Mordeu found the sword buried deep into him that it came out the other way and then pulled it out. In a speed faster than a blink of the eye, the wound healed up.“That is impossible,” Alana and Freya said at once.“That was supposed to kill him!” Alana yelled. “Why is he not dead?”Not only was he not dead, he attacked with more ferocity than before, and in only a few seconds, all the humans present were dead.The rest
Ayra and Fjall joined the party, finding one way or another to be glued to the rest of their team as they laughed and cheered themselves.“Cillian,” Alana called, “don’t tell me you’re too mature for this.”Cillian shook his head, “you have all gone mad,” he continued riding ahead whilst the others laughed behind him.They walked for some more miles, laughing and talking amongst themselves, successfully granting Freya the complete pleasure of having friends.Oh, they were not friends, they were a team.They were teammates. Their loyalty to each other, the respect being possessed of the other was quite commendable. They were teammates who laughed together and who did not judge her for the actions of her mother.Freya understood that laughing together and making jokes did not mean that their relationship had magically gotten better. She knew without being told that the reason why Cillian didn’t join in was because he still possessed some reservations for her and maybe for Alana.She wa
“I cannot help but feel really broken. I feel this in places I never thought I could feel emotions. Why didn’t she just kill me?”“You can’t die that easily,” Cillian found himself answering, too late to stop himself.Mordeu scoffed, “So you’re saying she must’ve tried to.” He found himself laughing. “My mother must’ve tried to kill me.”His head threw back as he laughed in the night like a maniac. He had seen how Melissa treated Fjall, hell, how Melissa treated him, and he knew what a mother should look like, how she should act, how greatly she loved and adored her child.He knew that no matter what Fjall’s fur looked like, Melissa would not think to abandon him. No matter what people said about him, what she read, she would not leave him. That no matter what, she would stand behind him because he was her son.But at the slightest chance that his own mother got, she abandoned him.Cillian watched this tragedy with a heavy heart, silently blaming himself for this misfortune that land
Mordeu lifted his face from the earth and rose to his feet. The punch had been so heavy that his whole body had been knocked to the ground. However, the much-expected pain only lasted for a split second, and the bruise that was meant to form on his features healed back up at the speed of light.Mordeu frowned.He maintained a stance of defense as he watched and waited for another strike from Freya, who just stood and watched him.“Are you letting me beat you up?” she asked. “Is this some kind of punishment?”Mordeu lifted an eyebrow in question. “You have only punched me twice, I’m not letting you beat me.”“Yeah, but those two times you were totally unprepared and lost in thought.” She pointed out the truth.Mordeu shrugged. “And it’s my loss. In battle, one must be focused on the task at hand and not get distracted by anything. It’s my fault for allowing my emotions to become a distraction.”Freya rolled her eyes. “And this stupid stance you’re taking?”Mordeu looked down at his fee
Granted, there hasn’t been much going on with Mordeu, especially back at home. All he did was mess around with some girls, some widows, some witches and it was just sex with nothing there and he did inform his brother of it.However, when it came to expressing his feelings, talking about what was truly going on with him, Mordeu’s lips were sealed.Not today.“We need to talk!” Fjall stated as he noticed that Mordeu had finally freed himself from the evil clutches of the uniform.Mordeu sighed, “there’s nothing to talk about.”“Yes, there is,” Fjall advanced. “I don’t know why you prefer to keep things from me but it isn’t pretty.”Mordeu had his back to Fjall and it was the perfect position to roll his eyes without Fjall seeing him, “what am I keeping from you?”“Well, for one, talk about what Kai meant earlier, because you cannot just tell me there’s nothing. You would not have gotten angry if it was really nothing.”This was what Mordeu hated, this was what he knew Kai’s big mouth w
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