Lunar Eclipse Terraria Novels & Stories

Aeryn, a fierce warrior and heir to the exiled Lunari Clan, returns from self-imposed isolation when his father dies mysteriously. Kaela, daughter of the ruling Frostfang Alpha, is a diplomat and trained healer sent to negotiate peace at a seasonal summit. During a lunar eclipse, the Lunar Bond mark appears on both Aeryn and Kaela — a fated mate pairing that's politically catastrophic. Their clans are ancient enemies. They try to resist the pull, but their instincts grow stronger. Dreams, pain when apart, even shared emotions bind them. They begin to secretly meet — exchanging history, learning truths hidden by their elders. Kaela discovers a prophecy: the return of a "moon-bound king and queen" who will restore balance to the realm — but only if they defy their blood oaths.

After the death of her African father, Arlene Goodman is forced to relocate to Africa with her paternal relatives, while her mum is put in a mental asylum after she attempted to take Arlene's life. Asides from grieving everything was expected to be normal but Arlene kept having nightmares, mainly about her mum. After a while, these nightmares become surreal and start interfering with her daily life. Arlene gets help from her mate in school who knows African origin and myths, but do you think it'll be enough to beat the extraordinary?

Never does Joseph Hart expect that the remark made by his oldest daughter, Natalie Hart, about her not being his actual daughter is actually a prophecy that foreshadows the truth. At the same time, it tears down the shameful and dark truth surrounding Joseph's marriage and family. His wife, Cora Lowell, is an extremely gorgeous woman, and she's also the richest woman in town, to boot. She and Joseph have been married for 16 years, and so far, they have three daughters. It feels as though fate is toying with Joseph. Gradually, the results of other paternity tests being conducted tell Joseph that his other two daughters are also not of his own blood.

"Shut down for rectification, fined $500,000, plus $300 compensation per customer. That’s the penalty from the Food Safety Bureau. Let’s see if you dare serve us gutter oil again!” Yves Larson, a part-timer at a construction site, sends me a provocative text purposefully, as though he's worried that I don't know what's going on. I just stare at the sign that says "closed for renovation", which is hung on the front door of my eatery. Never would I expect that the budget eatery that I've opened for the sake of the workers will be transformed into a blade that's aimed at me, thanks to the very same workers. That night, I sit in the apartment that my dad has left to me before his death. There, I spend the whole night smoking. Early the next morning, I head over to the bank and withdraw the money left behind by my dad, which is 260 million dollars. Half a month later, my eatery is open for business again. Work resumes at the construction site as well. Yves leads the construction workers to the restaurant at lunch. "I've taught him a good lesson last time. This time, I'm very sure that he won't have the guts to serve us cheap food made of shitty ingredients!" What he doesn't know is that the original eatery is already demolished. In its place stands a luxurious five-star restaurant. I stand in front of the main entrance as I perform a welcoming gesture to the workers. "This is a five-star restaurant that offers a private dining experience to you. The minimum bill for each table is 4000 dollars. You're welcome to dine here."

In a relationship, Bella cannot be completely honest with her lover. Not sure that love will not change. That love can solve problems. That she can love and accept herself. Bella is in a relationship with the most popular student in school. But she lives a love life full of lies in front of her boyfriend.

Everyone in Harbor City knows that the city's prince, Brandon Schmidt, is a devoted husband. Countless homewrecker wannabes are dealt with before they can even reach me. But one day, I see Brandon's text conversation with one of his mistresses. "You're going to open up for me tonight." "It's so embarrassing to be doing this on your wife's bed." Meanwhile, my arm is shattered from dealing with one of his competitors. The conversation makes my stomach turn. So be it, then. No one's getting off easy now.

In a quest to secure a spot for her son in a preschool, Emma Walker started going on blind dates. Little did she know that a mysterious man by the name of Landon Stirling would whisk her away to tie the knot on their first meeting.Their married life turned Emma's world upside down. Her son gained admission to the most prestigious private preschool in the city. Surprisingly, the troublesome relatives, who once looked at her like prey, suddenly became docile and respectful. Even at work, every issue seemed to resolve effortlessly and the stigma of being an unwed mother faded away.Emma, watching her nominal husband effortlessly manipulate things in his favor, stuttered in fear, "W-Who are you really?"With a mischievous grin, he replied, "My wife, are you really asking me that now? Isn't that a bit late?"Her heart raced as she questioned, "Is there anything else I don't know?"The man chuckled, "I know our son is my biological child. Does that count?"Emma was floored by his response.

The night before the wedding, the effects of the drug wore off. I woke up in the master bedroom of the estate to the sound of laughter. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw my custom-made suit being cut into strips by Jessica Solomon's male best friend, Chris Johnson. As he twirled a pair of scissors in his hand, he joked with the viewers on his livestream. "Man of the house? Please. He's lying there completely helpless. Anybody could do whatever they want to him." Jessica's friends burst into laughter and chimed in. "Jessica put sleeping pills in his milk herself. Anybody would've been knocked out cold." The livestream chat flooded with comments ridiculing me as the pathetic man marrying into a wealthy family, but Jessica simply watched with amusement and reached over to ruffle Chris' hair. "Feeling better now? Be good and end the livestream. If he wakes up and causes a scene, tomorrow's wedding will be a mess." Only after everyone left did Jessica sit down beside the bed and pull the blanket over me. "Chris is depressed. He can't handle being upset. We'll deal with this later. "I've already arranged for a replacement suit to be flown in overnight on a private jet. Honestly, that one suits you better anyway." My fingers tightened around the bedsheet. Silently, I sent a message to Katie Everton. [I'm not getting married. Does what you said before still stand?]

My daughter unplugs my oxygen tube before throwing herself into her nanny's arms. "The old hag is finally dying, Mom. I don't need to call a thief my mother anymore!" It turns out the nanny switched my child for hers when they were born. I've spent the last two decades doting on the nanny's daughter. I die of an aneurysm after recalling my birth daughter's horrible death. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my daughter was born.

My first reaction when I encountered the landslide was not to run, but to immediately call Ethan. After all, Ethan always nagged at me, and I can almost hear him saying, "You can't do anything right; I always have to come to help." The phone rang for ages before it finally connected, and by then, the landslide had knocked me to the ground. "Yes? What is with you? Calling eight hundred times a day… Don't you ever get tired of it? I told you I'm working; I don't have time. "Hello? If you're not going to say anything, I'm hanging up. I've got other things to do." Beep, beep! Before I could say a word, Ethan impatiently scolded me. Typical. That had been Ethan Lang's attitude five years into our marriage. He might not have to put up with me anymore after this, though, because I might never see him again......