The Prophecy of the Second Moon

“Shay, come in.” A mature voice sounded through the beautiful massive wooden double door left slightly ajar to let the breeze flow freely through the office behind it. The door was made of what seemed to be amberwood, while each side of it had an intricate design carved across the entire length of its surface. It was only when you brought them together and closed them entirely you could see that the two halfs represent the whole. The upper side of each half of the double door held room for a beautiful moon on a high rise; one light and beautiful as a cherry blossom against the clear blue sky and a promise of a new dawn; the other magnificent but dark and ominous as the heart of the Lord of the underworld himself, overpowering and menacing in a gut wrenching threat to stop the sun from ever rising again. The lower part of the door was carved in a very naturesque fashion, portraying a gorgeous mountain range towering over a lake and amberwood forest. The lake itself was made out of the

““Whoa, whoa…” Hendric raised his hands as if to stop the invisible car from bashing into him while bewildered expression changed his facial features into something one could only greet with ‘hello, dumb-dumb’. “Excuse me?! What do you exactly mean by the ‘leader of the troops’? I would still outrank her, she would still answer to me, right?!” Hendric asked with anger. “No, my son.” Corin responded, bracing himself for the chaos he expected to ensue after his next words. “She will answer to me and me alone. You will take my place in day to day governance of anything concerning the welfare of our people as well as political and economical development of our territory but our warriors with Shay as their commander will not answer to you. All the costs and allowances that are to be allocated to our military fund will be governed and appointed only with Shay’s blessing. Corin was now studying Hendric’s face, watching how a young spotless face was lining with creases faster than parch

Shay’s grandfather, Theodore, had gone all out with the decorations for the ball, sparing no expense. An innocent spectator would probably say he wanted to present their coven in the best light, but Shaylin knew the truth; it was a sparkly reminder of their power in order to show supremacy over their werewolf guests who Theo despised above all. He had the arbored walkway leading to the compound lined up on each side with a row of large crystal orbs equally spaced apart and filled with thousands of tiny fairy lights, enchanted so that they emanated the changing icy blue and gold and pinkish hues illuminating the path through the darkness of the forest. Above, the tear shaped vials filled with sparkling liquid in the same hues as lights, floated in the air like a detachment of fairy guards on duty forming a welcoming line and keeping an eye over the delegates in attendance. The liquid in the vials glowed and moved like little wave pools, splashing against the glass walls of their c

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter may contain sensitive parts regarding sexual content. I will make this section marked with double row of ****** before and after that section, so that anybody wishing to do so can easily skip this part. ************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** Reaching his room in the pack house he thanked Renee for her help and limped away trying to close the doors behind him, but that hellish harpy put her foot down to stop him and stomped into his room instead, adamant on ‘helping’ him get into bed. Damian, still under the influence of the witch’s brew, slumped down on his bed with every intention of sleeping in his clothes, already dozing off into the la-la land of dreams. Persistent tugging jolted him out of his alcohol induced semi-coma, only to see that Renee had already unbuckled his

“This is obviously a mistake, it has to be!” Theodore breathed out, trying to control his surfacing anger. “My kind does not intertwine with lower species in this way, and even if we did, you cannot surely expect my granddaughter to leave the coven only to join some werewolf pack!! By our laws and considering her position and lineage, a male, if the latter is not a part of our coven, would have to join her here,” Theodore delivered a low blow, not quite choosing his words that drew a warning growl out of almost every member of the werewolf delegation, ready to feed him his own tongue. Only Ivan and Damian, both turning toward the rude intrusion, remained silent watching Theodore’s every move under their eyebrows, like two wolves stalking their prey. One would get very worried seeing two walking mountains looking at them like that, but Theodore really believed himself to be above all other species. Puffing his chest up to cover his initial outbreak and remaining seemingly unbothered w