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Unfortunately, I couldn't read. "What the?" I exclaimed. The writings just moved! Not just a slight motion but rather dancing. I heard a chuckle from the three making me tear my gaze right off. Planning to focus on the elder's face instead, the big door at his back was pulling my interest. I'm tempted to ask. Were they hiding something? It triggered my curiosity again. Everything in this place. "The writings were made by our ancestors. It's an antediluvian magic that tells about the history of our being and the origin of this kingdom. As long as this sielo was passed from elder to elder, the writings shall remain alive."

I just wanted to say hello and thank you for reading this book! Or at least considering so. I will be your author and host of the adventure, Rayven. What inspired this book? Well, let me tell ya! I was in college in 2011 but life decided that it wasn't my path and threw my ass into motherhood instead. Left at a loss for what to do with my time, I decided to start this book series. I knew what was in most fantasy books: fantastical creatures and places, protagonist wins via antagonist revealing plans in some way, damsel in distress, adventure, conclusion, blah boring blah.

In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat. The most potent images were of battles—clashes of steel, roars of beasts, and the chilling screams of pain. I saw Lycans fighting alongside humans, an unlikely alliance forged in the fires of war. There was blood, so much blood, staining the ground and splattering against stone walls. And through it all, a sense of immense power, both terrifying and exhilarating, pulsed within me, emanating from the glowing parchment. The visions intensified, becoming more vivid, more insistent. I saw a moon, swollen and blood-red, hanging ominously in a sky torn by lightning. Below it, two opp

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

Academic books, pet care manuals, colouring books, novels… Novels were another thing Margo and I bonded over. And even though it had been a while since I actually finished one, I always added highly recommended titles or new projects from my favourite authors to my collection. I used to be strictly a romance genre girl until Margo came into my life. She liked to tease that my bookshelf was to blame for my incurable faith in love. So she introduced me to what she called ‘real life’ genres — thrillers, sci-fi, and fantasy. Yes, fantasy.

My mind drifted to him—something I often did whenever I had nothing else to focus on. I liked to fantasize about him. It made me feel like I actually had a chance with him, somehow. In my fantasy, he was sitting in his office chair as usual, shirtless, that toned chest of his fully on display. I, on the other hand, walked toward him slowly, biting my lower lip as I unbuttoned my shirt. It slid off my shoulder as I lowered myself onto his lap, right over the hard bulge in his trousers. He let out a soft sound as I began to straddle him.

With a renewed sense of hope, I decided to distract myself until the evening by immersing myself in a book. Reaching for a book on my shelf, a worn-out copy of "Mythology of the Supernatural," I felt a sense of comfort. I had always been fascinated by tales of werewolves and vampires as a child, finding solace in the fantastical worlds they inhabited. Maybe that's why the heavens decided to place me in their midst. I had never thought them to be real. As I flipped through the pages, my mind wandered, imagining myself in the midst of these mythical creatures, too bad I was pretty much me as a human.

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A well-forged pact could communicate through thought alone, lift weights impossible for ordinary beings, move swiftly enough to dodge bullets. But those gifts required more than training, they demanded that one abandon humanity entirely and allow their sub-gender instincts to take full control, becoming something closer to a true werewolf. That was why many still lived human-like lives, in sports, medicine, the military, or protective services, it gave them balance before that final leap. Leaders who could forge such a pact were rare, usually emerging from royal bloodlines like the Kanzaki family. “Our parents expect too much from us, Rei,” Dante said finally.