Lunar Letter

Lira Fenwick has spent her life hidden away in the Duskborne Pack, protected by her overbearing father and kept in the dark about her true origins. Born under a rare lunar eclipse, whispers of her birth carry an ancient prophecy—one her father has kept buried. The pack members are protective, yet distant, leaving Lira to feel like an outsider in her own home. When the Grimhowl Pack, the largest and most powerful in the country, attacks Duskborne, Lira is captured and brought to the northern territories. There, Alpha Caius Vexmoor reveals a shocking truth: Lira is his destined mate, a bond that could either unite their warring packs or destroy them both. But Lira’s powers, long dormant and unknown, are tied to an ancient prophecy—one that a hidden enemy seeks to unleash. As Lira grapples with the weight of her newfound destiny, she must decide whether to embrace her fate or risk everything to protect the ones she loves. But the deeper she digs, the more she realizes that the truth may be more dangerous than anyone ever imagined. And the shadows are closing in.

I married Emory, my fated mate. But he never loved me. His first love, Ophelia, was stricken with the Lunar Blight. Her dying wish, she said, was to have a mating ceremony with Emory, to become his Luna. I refused. From that day on, to Emory and our son Leo, I was nothing but a selfish, cruel woman. Leo would intentionally feed me things I was allergic to. He’d pretend to get lost during the winter hunt, leaving me to search for him in a blizzard for a day and a night until I nearly died… It was all to keep me from disturbing Emory and Ophelia. So when he started crying and throwing a tantrum, demanding I go catch him a Silver-Frost Rabbit from the dangerous depths of the forest at night, I finally said no. “You don’t have to keep making me sick anymore,” I told him. “I won’t bother your father and Ophelia again.” Because I’m terminally ill. My wolf is fading. I’m going to die soon.

My fated mate, Dexter, became the Alpha King when his brother died. He inherited the crown, the power… and his brother’s widowed mate, Jenica. All because I, a half-breed, had failed for years to give him a pureblood heir. He told me he had to mark Jenica, and the pain nearly shattered me. But he held me close, kissed my tears, and swore that his wolf, his fate, had chosen only me. That I would always be his one and only Luna. I believed him. And yet, he still spent every night in her bed. Then, Jenica became pregnant. While the pack celebrated, Dexter forced me from the Luna’s suite, all so her pup could be born into the pack’s purest lunar aura. As I felt our bond unravel thread by painful thread, I sent a final, coded message to a friend in the human world. “In four days, get me out.” That night, I made a choice. My time as his mate was over.

Rhea Elwood has always been the figure of laughter as an omega and weakest of the Moonveil pack. On her twentieth birthday is rejected and sent to the dungeon by her mate, Damon Blackthorn. A one night of forceful passion with Damon sent her into a state of pregnancy unknowingly to her. She is saved from her maltreatment at the dungeon by the Lycan King, Kael Draven, the formidable king of the Blue Storm kingdom during an ally meeting. Rhea begins to discover an eerie hidden ancient power that she possessed laced to the *Lunar Queen*. But her state thrusts her into a life of ruthless politics, formidable magic, and treacherous alliance. As she tours for the truth behind the dark shadows, she finds out that the divine power she possessed had the power of commanding both wolves and Lycans. But her path to ascension is a narrow path: a jealous Alpha, a shadow council and a group of vengeful witches set to destroy her. When war lurks to destroy the realm, Rhea must rise above her fears and accept her fate. Will she become the queen the kingdom has ever desired, or should they wait for another?

"If life has a physical form, I would've planned a revenge, but life has none. So I'll just move on to the life's most beloved... the world." - Kirsten Mosqueda --- School's Mister friendly, Tyson Guevarra, finds a strange notebook sitting on the chair of the bus stop. Out of curiosity, he picked it up only to find a strange letter entitled 'When the f***ing world ends.' Intrigued as to how and why did the owner wrote the letter. He plans to get closer to her, oblivious to the fact that every step he take exposes him into a great danger. ------- DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Story started: 060921 Store ended: --/--/--

He is the unchallenged Alpha of the Shadow pack. He crushes my hand, lets his true love drive me to the brink, and forces me to lick wolfsbane from my wounds in the punishment chamber, turning me into the pack's laughingstock. I am the Lunar pack's pawn in a political bonding. After enduring three years of humiliation and clutching enemy intelligence, I overturn his throne during the Moon Ceremony, making him watch helplessly as his beloved betrays him and his pack descends into chaos. Later, he backs down. He abdicates as Alpha and gets down on his knees at the pack's border every day, his voice hoarse from shouting, "I was wrong." I hold a blood-stained dagger, my gaze icy as I say, "Your regret is deadlier than wolfsbane and worth even less than my life." Our bonding is a calculated trap, and revenge is the move I am determined to play. Winning him back no longer matters. This time, I am not turning back. I want nothing but his endless remorse and the chance to break my chains and begin a new life.

How would you feel if your life is haunted by a dark past and nightmares? John Crowe can't keep to a place as he wanders around hoping to find something that would explain the dreams he has been having. The dreams that never seem to make any sense. Soon, he finds a cryptic letter that steers him to Black Hollow. John discovers that the town is ravaged by monsters, and that the leaders are keeping it secret from the inhabitants. When he meets Sarah, she finds out the truth about him. That he is one of the monsters. But not before John is marked as the next sacrifice for the blood moon. John, finally discovering what he must do, has to fight to stay alive and rid the town of those monsters, putting his love interest, Sarah in danger. Will John be able to save himself, Sarah and the town, or will he be sacrificed just like his father and be forgotten?

Content with his life as a small town postmaster, Alex Bentley never intended to become a hero, much less a media sensation, but fate had different plans. When unpublished author Rachel Clark walked into his lobby to pick up yet another rejection letter, the disappointment in her vibrant green eyes compelled him to do whatever he could to help her realize her dream. Even secretly edit her manuscript. Little did he know his one impetuous act would lead him through a complex maze of jealousy, blackmail and revenge. From deep within the splendor of the Catskill Mountains, to the majestic skyline of Manhattan, First Class Male delivers an intricate tale of a small town postmaster who triumphs over a ruthless District Attorney, a mysterious adversary, an unsympathetic public and finally his own heart.

The prettiest girl in our class, Mandy Smith, died unexpectedly in our dorm. When the police took statements, my two other roommates and I pleaded guilty. I took out Mandy’s love letter to my boyfriend. “I killed her because she was seducing my boyfriend.” Anna Anderson took out a purchase history for cyanide. “I killed her because she snatched my overseas studies spot from me.” Fiona Lee took out an expulsion letter. “I killed her because she reported me for cheating.” All three of us hated Mandy. However, the police found that all of us had alibis during Mandy’s time of death. The counselor also asked us to stop lying. However, the three of us sneered. “Whether you believe it or not, one of us is the murderer.”

While cleaning Desmond Maynard's house, I accidentally knocked over his mother's keepsake. He once told me it was his most precious possession. But when I picked it up, hundreds of love letters spilled out. There were beautiful poems, passionate lyrics, and heartfelt confessions. He had written one letter a week without stopping. On the back of each one wrote a line: To My Love, Bunny. The nickname rang a bell. It was his junior in college. Things started to make sense. I slaved away for 13 years, running his household and caring for his family, but Desmond never even said he liked me. That was because he already had someone he liked. I sorted the letters by date, put them back, and grabbed my phone to make a call. "Mom, I'm in for the marriage proposal."