The Scarred Luna & Her Dark Princes

RIVER“Did you hear? The Whitegrove brothers are at it again. They murdered about a dozen people last night for crossing their borders. They are so mean!”I hid behind my best friend as she gossiped with other people.The Whitegrove brothers were from a nearby Kingdom named Shadowvale and I had heard awful things about them, including how they used someone’s head to play soccer. ‘I shouldn’t be here.’ I thought as I nursed a glass of wine I had no business holding. Glancing at the giant, gold clock somewhere to my left, I realized, I had just about two minutes to become of legal age to drink. I fervently focused on that, ignoring the disgusted stares I got from people around. Making a turn, my gaze caught on my reflection in a silverware tray and the feeling of disgust also settled within me. The girl staring back had a terrible scar running from the left side of her forehead down her half open nose, half missing lips to the right side of her jawline. Although she could see fairly

RIVEROnce upon a time, my family and the Rutherfords got along. In fact, my parents were part of something called The Aegis - a group of the most highly respected and skilled warrior hunters specially selected to protect the Royal family. The day things went wrong was the day The Fae Fox struck, bringing an army of night creatures to attack the Palace. Back then, the Alpha King of Calmaria was still alive and it was my parents’ duty to protect him. But I made a mistake. I didn't stay hidden like my mother had ordered me to and when the Fae Fox attacked me, my mother had been forced to make a choice on who to save - me or the King. Years later and I still wish she chose the King. Just when I thought I had run out of reasons why I did not deserve to exist, tonight topped it all off, giving me the resolve that one of these days, I will end my miserable life. A world without River Scarrow will surely be better, right?A tear rolled down my face as I smiled bitterly. My family liv

RIVERThe image of my mother’s neck being ripped open jolted me awake and I woke up to light blue eyes glaring at me.In a flash I remembered everything. Sitting up in bed, I stared wide-eyed at my surroundings and nothing made a lick of sense. I was in the most luxurious bedroom I had ever seen, richly decorated with themes of black and beige. Was I dead yet? If so, why was my best friend here?I turned to Paloma who stood with her arms folded across her chest, her demeanor cold.This was surely not her bedroom. “What happened? Where am I?” I croaked.Her stern face seemed to cool as her arms fell by her sides. “You’re in my man’s bedroom. He brought you here because you’ve had a rough night.”I blinked in surprise. Densmore brought me here? To his bedroom? His bed? How? Suddenly, a memory flashed in my mind’s eye and I remembered my door bursting off its hinges and Densmore walking in shirtless, looking glorious as ever. His hair had been matted to his skull, his eyes, a ri