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When I finally step into the hallway, the whispers return, softer this time but heavier. “She’s cursed.” “The rulers marked her. She won’t last the week.” “The curse of the Moon is already taking hold.” I clutch the edge of my apron and walk faster, ignoring the chill that slides down my spine. Because deep down, I know they’re right. Something inside me is changing. My dreams have been darker, filled with whispers I can’t understand and glowing chains that pulse beneath my skin. And every time one of them—Kaelen, Valrik, or Caelir—gets too close…the mark on my throat burns hotter.

QUEENETH’S POV The Choice the Moon Refused I make a third choice. It does not arrive like bravery. It arrives like refusal. Like something in me finally saying no to a story that has only ever ended in graves. The Moon does not approve. I feel that immediately. The pressure shifts, tightens, like a hand closing around my throat. This was not an option it prepared for. The world likes clean equations. Light and dark. Queen and counterweight. Love and loss.

Finally, Luna found it - a leather journal with a silver moon embossed on the cover. "'The Prophecy of the Silver Moon Luna,'" she read aloud. "'When the moon turns silver on the night of choosing, a woman shall arise with violet eyes and a silver wolf. She will hold the power to break all curses or strengthen them sevenfold. Only through willing sacrifice and chosen love can she fulfill her true destiny.'" "There's more," Vincent said, reading over her shoulder. "'The Silver Moon Luna must choose between two paths - revenge that will corrupt her power and destroy the supernatural world, or forgiveness that will heal ancient wounds and unite what was separated.'"

I look at my dad out the window as the man climbs in the driver's seat and starts the car up. I wave at him as we drive away, hoping to the gods this was the right decision. Two years ago my mother was diagnosed with a disease known as Moon Sickness. It’s very rare and we know little about it, as there are only around a hundred reported cases. We have no idea how you get it, what causes it, how to cure it. It strips you of your wolf and leaves the shell behind empty and useless, barely even alive. Doctors have been stumped for months, only just keeping her alive. Last month, a woman approached me while I was working at my part time job.

“Wait… you guys just prayed to her and she answered your call?” The woman nodded at Oliver’s question and looked up. Although it was still fairly early in the evening, the moon could vaguely be seen in the bright sky, guess even rogue worshiped that idiot goddess. “She has the wolves best interest at heart, which is why, we welcome you here… Dylan, the one chosen by the moon.” I awkwardly glanced at Oliver and cringed slightly at the lane title that had given to me. I mean what was I supposed to say to that. “You were our second gift from the goddess herself.”

Maybe none. Maybe just a girl who didn’t want to be forgotten. The moon was full and pale. And I whispered, barely audible, “I don’t know what to choose.” And maybe the moon listened. Maybe she didn’t. But the stars didn’t laugh. Not tonight.

He could see the author's name and the book's name. He decided to take what transpired as him witnessing stuff due to exhaustion. The book was like any other typical online novel, only it was written in a book. The main lead was conspired against and annihilated, and reborn to take vindication with new superpowers. The only difference he spotted was that the main lead leveled up with the moonlight. He seemed more like a slave under the moonlight. How? That's what he wanted to find out. As Roman read further, he felt himself drawn into the book. He wasn't picturing the characters and adventures inside his head anymore, he felt himself playing the character.

He looked like he was in his forties and he used to be part of Alpha Diesel's council. " This 'little boy is the first mixed breed to be chosen to rule by the moon goddess. I am not going to lose." " Maybe it was a mistake that you were chosen. It is known that the moon goddess has her bad days and the day you were chosen must've been that day." " I see. I find it quite bold of you to say that to my face knowing full well that I could kill you for it" Roman said as he walked towards the man and the people cleared a path for him.

Not only that, but it was a blue moon. A shiver went down his spine as he started walking back in the direction of his cabin. He didn't know why but he felt like he was being watched. It was only a few minutes until the feeling was confirmed when a bush rustled a few feet away from him. He lifted his nose in the air and sniffed around. Nothing smelled out of the ordinary and he let himself relax just a little. He closed his eyes and opened up his ears to listen to the world around him. Evander waited a few minutes and that was when he heard it. A cry. It was soft, barely audible, but he heard it. Immediately, his feet ran in the direction of the cries. He ran deeper through the woods until h

I felt happy but deep inside I was always sad. I wasn't able to sleep that night. I kept turning around. The dream I used to have come back. This time I saw his face. His blue eyes sparkled. It had always been him. Mike. He even conquered me in my dreams. He never left me alone. Then, suddenly I was lost in darkness. Pitch black darkness everywhere I looked. But suddenly a beautiful woman came near me. She was dressed in white. Her hair was white as well. She hugged me. She comforted me. "Don't be afraid my child. I am the moon goddess. You are never alone. He is your world." she spoke. A knock on the door woke me up. It was my mom who came to wake me up.