Luncheon Kingdom Power Moons

River Williams or “Dog Servant” as her packmates call her, wanted nothing but to find her mate in the Mating Ceremony. She believed that her mate will accept her despite her status in the pack—an omega and slave. And then she found out that Alpha Erik, the son of the alpha of Haverstone Pack was her destined mate. However, when Alpha Erik found she was his mate, he rejected her. Hurt, River looked for another dashing alpha and asked her to mark her in exchange for anything. Unknown to her, it was none other than the alpha king of the Lycan kingdom namely King Maxxwell who was known to be ruthless and cold. Will River continue with her plan? Or not?

He was said to be the best of his kind. With a flick of his sword, men fell dead and the war was conquered. His Kingdom had gone into slavery ten years ago and as a young man of Twenty Seven who had survived alone in the forest with some of his men who had gone out with him the day his Kingdom was invaded, he had vowed to take back his land and claim his throne. On the day he fought hard and got back his throne. His eyes were set on the Princess of ICANAR and he wants nothing but to see her writhe in pain....and he'll have it. Pain flashed in her eyes and he smiled. He couldn't wait to inflict more Pain!

When Felicia runs away from a future she dreads, she finds more than she could have ever dreamed of. A hidden tower, a mysterious stranger, a new life, the possibility of a true home. She is offered a job as housekeeper to a secretive man living in a tower. But the more she learns about her new companion the more she realizes the future of the divided kingdom lies in her hands. But facing her true self could cost her everything.

In a kingdom ruled by a corrupt royal family, Asha Frostheart, the last of the *Frostkin*—an ancient and powerful werewolf bloodline—embarks on a perilous journey to reclaim her people’s lost legacy. With the ancient *Soulbone* magic shattered, she unites the scattered clans of the *Frostkin*, forging an alliance of outcasts, rebels, and oppressed warriors who have long been silenced under the crown’s rule. As the royal forces prepare to strike back, Asha must navigate betrayal, sacrifice, and the power of the land itself to dismantle the monarchy's grip on the kingdom. With the weight of her people’s past heavy on her shoulders, Asha faces a brutal decision: to destroy the very magic that has bound her ancestors to the land and secure freedom for the next generation, or risk losing everything in an unending war. Amidst fierce battles, shifting alliances, and the whispers of her ancestors, Asha's journey becomes a race against time—one that could either rebuild her people’s future or shatter it forever. *Frost's Rebirth* is an epic tale of power, sacrifice, and resilience, where the past and future collide in a fight for survival and freedom.

Loki’s world shattered on the night meant to celebrate love. On their fifth wedding anniversary, she caught her husband in another woman’s arms. A woman who looked like a perfect version of her. But the betrayal didn’t end there. Cold. Unapologetic. Prepared. He handed her divorce papers he had already signed, along with a generous alimony. As if five years of love could be reduced to a transaction. Minutes later, she was dragged out by security, branded an imposter in the very life she built. That night, Loki died. And Rhiannon was born. Rising from humiliation and heartbreak, she rebuilt herself into something the world had never seen – powerful, feared, untouchable. No longer a woman who needed protection, but one who became the storm. Now, with a son to protect and a dangerous, mysterious man entering her life, Rhiannon is no longer running from the past. She’s coming back for it. And this time, her ex-husband won’t just regret losing her, he’ll regret ever crossing her.

Maya Lancroff blames the Lycan king for the death of her beloved parents, leaving her and her siblings to fend for themselves. The festival of seasons occurs once every four years, under the full moon, to celebrate the end of a fruitful season and the beginning of a new one. Maya uses this chance to exact her revenge but things don't go as expected. She ends up with a pregnancy and a heart that beats for the King. Scared and confused, she takes to the wind, taking refuge in the hands of the enemy. Four years later, there are no full moons and the Lycan kingdom isn't doing well. A seer prophecies about the King's missing child and it must be found before the end of that year, else the festival of seasons will not take place and chaos shall befall them. Determined, the King goes out in search of his child and finds more than he ever bargained for.

The Power of Light which is the Kingdom's most valuable treasure a catastrophic level that can easily destroy a kingdom was given to the kind hearted Priest Luci. This power can only be obtained by the faith, trust, and love of the people of the Kingdom of Alvarez, with Luci's kindness, bravery, and love for the people, it was obvious that he will be the chosen one. But what's this? He was was actually not a priest but a prince! He was not Luci but Prince Lucido the last remaining member of the royal family from the Kingdom of Agura. The Kingdom that was destroyed by the Kingdom of Alvarez in the past! The last remaining member of the royal family of Agura that was massacred by the King of Alvarez himself! After Luci obtained the power, he will start his revenge, HIS MASSACRE!

Seventeen-year-old Elara Ward has spent her life being forgotten and shuffled between foster homes and small towns that never remembered her once she’s gone. But the dying town of Willowmere is different. The air hums with whispers, the lake no longer reflects the moon, and something ancient is stirring beneath the willows. When Elara follows a strange light into the woods one blood-red night, she crosses the veil and a boundary between the human world and the Lumenwild, a realm of living moonlight and haunted shadows. There, she’s marked by an ancient power known as Moonfire, a symbol burned into her skin that pulses with the rhythm of the twin moons above. Saved by four mysterious men who are named Cael, their golden-eyed Alpha; Kian, the lightning-tongued rogue; Auren, the silent watcher; and Nyx, the shadow who walks between worlds and Elara learns that her arrival has reignited a prophecy buried in legend. The Riftborn, creatures of bone and smoke, are returning, and the mark she bears is both a weapon and a curse. In the heart of the Lumenwild’s glowing forest lies the Sanctum, a stronghold where wolves walk in light and the Moon’s will is law. There, Elara begins to uncover the truth, her crossing was no accident. The veil didn’t just let her in but it had called her home. As the moons draw closer and the bond between Elara and the wolves deepens, she must choose whether to embrace the power that could heal a broken world… or unleash the one that could end it. Because the Moon is awake again and she remembers her chosen.

Karen had the simple life of a servant and a Novice Mage until the day that the kingdom was attacked. Join her as she ventures into a new world of danger, treachery, and maybe even love. The search for the key to the Zargan defeat pushes our heroine to the edge- Will light or dark overcome her?

Two different worlds, two separate lives are fused together in this surreal tale of the supernatural. A world unknown to her and a world he runs from. An unending war between their worlds leads them down the same path with their destinies aligned. What will happen when the fate of their worlds hang in the balance and they have to make a choice? *** She had no idea how long she had been sleeping for but she woke up to the sound of someone sniffing. She was drowsy so she paid not much attention to it but then it continued, then she heard the voice again, “Lavender, you use lavender for your hair. How have I never sniffed your hair before?", the sniffing continued. The sound reverberated through the caves, whilst she felt the vibrations on his chest where she lay, but she did not need that to know whose voice it belonged to. It was deep but not hoarse, somehow it was powerful and soothing at the same time, it was the voice of a god, one that had spoken to her all of these months, one she had replayed over again in her head till it was ingrained in her memory. “Dragomir…”, she whispered in a teary voice, she proceeded to stand up but he held on to a part of her hair and was sniffing it. When he noticed her staring at him, he stopped and stared back at her as if she had just caught him trying to steal from the cookie jar. “Was that creepy?”, he asked.