*Book one Completed* Anna Brown has the ability to dream and go to the Moonland, the land of werewolves, and dark creatures. But she wished all her dreams were just like those that everybody has. Yet, her dreams were different. Her dreams weren't colors of rainbows and sunshine, her dreams became her reality, after all, she was a descendant of the Moon Goddess. The last of her bloodline. Nobody knew that she was the daughter of the Moon and Fire. However, Anna was beyond miserable, how fate played her, how she was just a pawn to an ancient war of werewolves. Her fierce visions were her grief untold, and she wished she could show it, she does. But she has to let the long-lost Golden Alpha Harry Camilton in so he can trust him yet, she doesn't know whom to trust and they shattered her hope, lies were told. Would she choose the promise of his love or choose the call of the Moon Goddess Dream?View More
Too late, he recognized that for once; he was not that one overseeing the game. He had lost control of the situation, and she played him like a cat and a mouse, except she was not a significant cat. She was a tiger, and she was finished playing. Anna's blazing hand changed to a sword that burst through his face as if his skin were paper. The pain was unlike any other pain he went through before, it was more than pain, it was death itself, then he felt a quick spasm in his chest. Lord Andrie looked down at his body and found his dark dagger embedded just below his rib cage, powerful enough to hurt but not serious enough to kill him. Not immediately. Anna peered into his eyes, and she did something she thought she would never do. She let go of the last bits of herself that tethered the predator inside. Her fe
A wintry wind stroked across the mountainside with a rawness that gave rise to one's soul into the gentle cloud-filtered rays. The icy breeze comes sometimes quiet, sometimes loud, yet even with a chill that brings a crispness to the day. Ten of hundreds of people and creatures running around in a panic, packs of soldiers fighting a desperate battle to stay alive, invaders running rampant, killing, and tearing each other apart. Any attempts at bringing order were ended with threats of death. This was also the territory where the last of the resistance held out. Loyal Lord Colton's soldiers wouldn't want to see the heart of their land murdered, so they fought to the death to protect their Lord. Then chaos builds until no one knows what's going on and the only thing left to do is run away trying to keep themselves an
Moon 73 Lord Andrie groaned, Anna could sense him getting enraged and irritated. It made her fear. 'What should I do if he tries to hurt me? I don't think I could fight him. She thought. She looked around and saw someone or something lurking in the shadows, her eyes tried to search for an opening, she needed to get out of here and fast. Not only that, she attempted to run, but something unexpectedly attacked her engulfing her with something she no longer has control over. She couldn't move a muscle, it froze everything even the snow hangs in the air. It froze everything in the frigid land and whatever it was Anna was grateful. The frozen landscape was the ideal page awaiting new strolling feet. In that icy land, the perfect moments froze, so she savors them all the more, if not under any circumstances she might memorize this mo
The breeze of the ferocious wind tore through lord Andrie's mind. His formidable eyes blazed with animosity and his thick eyelashes glazed to the pale darkness of the prisoner's land. His Heavy eyelashes furrowed a cloak from their scarce surroundings. His camouflaged pale skin wreathed in shadow colors. His chiseled face and fine long silver hair curling around from behind. Still, his rigorous body was coerced with frost and ice. And his hands tremble from hatred to whoever is in prison here on this wasteland. He appeared unaffected, however, his eyes warn dark stories of hundreds of days gone by. His hateful shadow lurking as the canopies that silence the breeze in the Wasteland. It was not a very amiable niche, with distress, anger, worry, and death awaiting whoever dared to embark inside the frigid land. The vestibule was also patrolled by the sandjinns. Their duty was to keep the prisoners from leaving this cursed land.
Ashley hoped this assault wouldn't last long; it arrived in the form of an advancing surface of sand and debris; which may be miles wide and several thousand feet high. It blows with little warning, making venturing conditions hazardous. Blinding them, and the choking dust was reduced to their vision. Sandstorms last only a few minutes, but this was a different storm altogether. They could barely breathe and snuggled together. They prepared to die. As suddenly as it began, the storm stopped. It crossed over them. They coughed and sputtered and panned out the dust and dirt from their clothes. Anna looked around. The storm has not passed them by. It was now all around them. They stood within a swirling surface and circled the mayhem like an enormous corral."This is probably the eye of the storm," exclaimed Ashley. She had heard such a thing but had never experienced it. As if they were at sea,
White CavernThere was a stake being jabbed into Anna's lower back, the assaults radiating pain in a way that shatters her brain - or at least that's what it feels like. She lay so still, breathing shallow. Her entire body was throbbing, and it was unbearable wherever anything touched her skin, and her vision was low contrast and "gray." Difficult to concentrate on everything. She attempted to pull herself up off the frigid floor, but her body didn't want to hold her weight. They stumbled and dropped around as she had never used them before."Harry, dammit! Everything hurts." She mumbled, looking towards Harry who seemed to be in pain as well. "Hey. Are you okay? Harry? Are you awake?" She lightly nudged him awake."I'm in pain, oh bloody shit I'm in so much pain," Harry murmured. He gave her a shushed gesture warning an
“How about we leave now?" Harry asserted. Oblivious to the fact that Anna was trying to make him feel better. “We can try again, maybe we won't end up in White Mountain?”Anna knew he was working on distracting her by suggesting to travel back. If he needs time to open up his heart further, then she will give him enough chances to contemplate his feelings. She realized it had hurt him so and she doesn't want him to feel even more obliged to confiding her everything.“That's a good idea, should we sleep here?”“Yes, that will do, let's try here, Nathaniel is the nodders device fixed yet?” Asked Harry.“Not yet dude, maybe a couple of an hour or more, for now, we should seek the conventional way.&r
"What...? He is your father?" asked Anna."Yes!" Harry answered back with a rage-filled voice, he was seething with hatred. He was angry with his stepfather, he knew, but the old man doesn't care about it. Sometimes he'd envision doing some unpleasant things to him. Yet, he didn't, after all, he was still his stepfather. Upon starting at Anna's eyes his body tightens as reality sinks in. She knew him? Why? He ask himself. He has to purposely keep his jaw open to avoid clenching and grating his teeth."How? I mean," -You're Camilton." Anna can feel the revulsion in his tone and she wondered what made him feel that way towards his stepdad. Dr. Simon was nice man,he was her only friend when she was a teenager, the only one who gave her enough trust and confidence. However, Harry seemed to hate him, his hatred towards the old man overwhelmed her even
The next few hours passed as a blip during her never-ending story, then after recounting their many adventures, the final trauma that broke Anna was the passing of David. Harry held her hands while he was retailing everything to Nathaniel. "What? David was dead?" Nathaniel shouted. "Yes," "I'm sorry, Anna," Nathaniel replied. The heaviness was in his limbs as much as his mind. Things he used to find funny now only caused a deepening of the pain. Nathaniel doesn't like the man, but he helped save Harry and helped Anna so he counts him as a friend too. "Let's not talk about it, please?" She begged. One day, Anna will grieve for him, but first, she would have to accept he was gone - and though she dug his grave herself, there was a
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