Lunar Letters

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?

"Sign it." He barked, before motioning Andrew, his butler over and handing him the briefcase. "What is it?" I murmured, retracting the paperwork from the envelope. The words "Divorce Agreement" were written vividly in block letters on the heading. My legs weakened as a mix of trepidation, befuddlement, and shock engulfed me. Fernando wanted a divorce which meant that I was now officially doomed. + Helen Crawford is the demure and petite wife of Fernando Alvarez. All that changes one day, when Fernando comes home from work one day, flings a brown envelope at her, and asks for a divorce, simply because his one true love is now back in town. Betrayed, she signs it without a squeak and walks out of his life forever, unknowingly pregnant. However, karma soon strikes and Fernando realizes that he made a grave mistake of divorcing Helen for his ex-girlfriend. But by then, many years have passed and Helen has already told their son that he is dead. Will it be too late for Fernando to rectify his errors, and get his family back?

A rogue attack shattered my wolf, costing me my birthright as the pack's heir. But my mate, Alpha Kael, seemed devoted to me. For three years, he injected me with a "Lunar Essence" he claimed would help me heal. I thought he was the only wolf who truly loved me. I never imagined he was poisoning me with Silver Dust, a suppressant designed to crush my wolf's spirit. All to ensure my wolf would never reawaken, securing my adopted sister Selene's claim as the pack's Alpha heir. My hands shook, my world turning to ash, as I opened his safe. Inside was the proof. From the rogue attack to the loss of my wolf, it was all a conspiracy orchestrated by Kael and Selene. That night, I pulled the burner phone from my drawer and dialed a number I'd sworn I'd never call. "Grandfather, I'm coming home. I'll be there in seven days. Please send someone for me."

The Moon has ruled the werewolves for centuries—granting power, choosing Alphas, crowning Lunas, and demanding obedience. Nyxara was never meant to exist. Born without a howl, without a lunar mark, and without the Moon’s blessing, she should have been weak. Instead, the Moon grows dim whenever she draws near. Rituals collapse. Alphas lose control. Wolves feel hunger where faith once lived. Hidden by the Moonscar Pack and condemned by ancient law, Nyxara is whispered about as a coming disaster—until Kaelion, a Moon-bound Alpha raised to serve prophecy, crosses her path. His authority falters in her presence. His bond to the Moon fractures. And for the first time in werewolf history, the Moon does not answer its chosen Alpha. As the night sky begins to darken and packs turn on one another, forbidden truths rise from buried myths: the Moon Goddess is dying, and Nyxara is not a curse sent to destroy them. She is the vessel meant to replace her. To survive, the werewolves must choose between clinging to a fading god… or kneeling before the woman who was born to end an age.

The novel consists of several mini-stories about therapy sessions at a therapy clinic named "Soulmate", but the letters "m-a-t-e" were broken in a storm. Each mini-story is narrated by both the psychologists and the patients, describe the patients' worldview, why they do what seems "mentally ill" to us. We often say that the patients' head is abnormal, that their way of thinking is so weird. But is there any possibility that it's because they received different (whether right or wrong) information, so they react differently? Is that just because we "normal people" haven't got enough understanding about this world? Throughout the story, we could see that therapy sessions are a two-way arrow. While the experts are affecting the patient, the patient is also influencing them,“When you look deeply into the darkness, the deep darkness is also looking into you". The story does not make any conclusion about who is right or which world is real, maybe all of them are real, maybe they are all virtual, or maybe, it all doesn't matter. Isn't the world where we live? Wherever you live, that's your world.

Her name, they say, is Bliss. Silent, radiant, and obedient, she’s the perfect bride for enigmatic billionaire Damon Gibson. Yet Bliss clings to fleeting fragments of a life before the wedding: a dream of red silk, a woman who mirrors her face, a voice whispering warnings in the shadows. Her past is a locked door, and Damon holds the key. When Bliss stumbles into a hidden wing of his sprawling mansion, she finds a room filled with relics of another woman. Photos, perfume, love letters, and a locket engraved with two names reveal a haunting truth. That woman, Ivana, was more than a stranger. She was identical to Bliss. As buried memories surface, the fairy tale Bliss believed in fractures into a web of obsession, deception, and danger. Damon’s charm hides secrets, and the love she thought she knew feels like a gilded cage. To survive, Bliss must unravel the mystery of who she was and what ties her to Ivana. In a world where love can be a trap and truth a weapon, remembering the bride she used to be is her only way out.

In the quiet, affluent suburb of Ashford Grove outside Minneapolis, power wears philanthropy like perfume. Emily Hart grew up believing her mother died in an accident tied to a wealthy family’s private gathering. Fifteen years later, armed with letters written before her mother’s death, Emily returns to Minnesota determined to uncover the truth behind the Richardson empire — a dynasty known for charity, influence, and untouchable prestige. What she finds is not just corruption, but ritual. Not just silence, but a system built on sacrifice. When she uncovers financial records linking her mother’s death to a secret covenant operating beneath the Richardson Foundation, Emily discovers something even more destabilizing: a hidden adoption, sealed for years, connecting her to Alexander Cole — a young financial analyst unknowingly raised inside the very structure that destroyed their mother. As alliances fracture and secrets rise to the surface, Emily must decide whether truth is worth the destruction it brings. In a city that survives through reputation and silence, what happens when the shadow is finally named?

On the very day I sold my company shares to raise money for my wife’s medical treatment, my phone flashed with a notification about a trending post. "My husband or my lover, which should I choose?" An anonymous reply shot to the top of the comments. "Why choose? I want both." What followed was a casual, shameless confession. A staged car accident right after the wedding, a fake overseas treatment plan, parents who helped maintain the lie, and millions siphoned off under the excuse of life-saving medical fees. The money was never for treatment. It funded luxury vacations, hotel suites, and a long-term affair. Someone asked if she was afraid her husband would find out. Her answer was chilling. "Why would I be afraid? He thinks he took my first time and swore to take responsibility for me forever. He doesn’t know it was just a repair surgery I did for his sake." The post ended with a vacation photo. A woman in a bikini, smiling under the sun. And on her waist, a tattoo with the letters 'NG.' The same tattoo worn by my wife.

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.