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The True Luna's Mark

The True Luna's Mark

Landon was dangerous, as he was skilled, but Misty was deranged. “As much fun as it is to watch you injure yourself, I think it would be more fun to see you fend for your life in your current state.” Misty lifted the blade to her nose and sniffed. “First, I want you to stab yourself one more time in each leg.” Misty threw her dagger toward me. “Using the blade coated with a mixture of Stormie’s blood and wolfsbane.” My senses were strong enough to know there wasn’t much wolfsbane on the blade. It would be enough to weaken my wolf, but only by a little. Growing up, I endured being exposed to wolfsbane to build a resistance.
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Christina
I am so in love with this book! The story is very well written and the characters are highly developed. What I have been enjoying the most about this story, is for everything that is happened Stormie, she still continues to survive, grow, be independent, finds her weaknesses and strengthens them.
Cheryl
Be still my heart!!! What a roller coaster of emotions through this book! So well written!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE this entire story and how everything played out. Well done author, another great book by you. Looking forward to the next one you put out. This will be a definite re-read now that it’s done!
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The End Of My Tiresome Life

The End Of My Tiresome Life

Misty leave home with one thing in mind: Embrace the strength she just obtain! She begin from understanding the so-called-system, and been encountered trouble just like in the game she used to play. Yet, she still doubted, is this even the reality she once living? The truth she couldn't tell, she can only sigh the deepest when a strange glint appear in her eyes. The system “beep” multiple time for a warning that her attenton shifted from distracted: Disastor is coming!
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THE HUNT

THE HUNT

There, I barely saw the army, trained by the old hag! I look away and flow so fast to restraint myself to stop and landed in the mountain. I said, reminded myself, “That's why makes sure to be strong and must powerful to comeback home, Encrinch!” Just before the sun's rise, we reach the gloomy forest. Misty seems to be filled with reminisce and couldn't stop saying, “I wonder if my fate is right in that place. I'm so excited!” I let her be, and cautiously look the gloomy forest. I ask as I felt like eyes is everywhere, “Is this place really this eerie?”
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Rebound to the Lycan Alpha

Rebound to the Lycan Alpha

There were crawling shadows beneath my feet and pitch white mist around me, impairing my vision. The misty squall rushed past me, bringing with itself a sweet scent and the presence of Bond. My head turned with a jolt towards the soft and musical melody like wind chimes were being stimulated with every step the blurry figure in the mist took towards me.
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Jenny
I have very specific authors that I read from in these apps like a Jessica Hall and Moonlight Muse, but I think I may have just found a favorite to add to the list! This story is absolutely amazing! It pulls you in from the beginning with betrayal, pain, lust, love and an amazing adventure of magic!
Michaela Kotrmanová
Right now, I don't know how to describe my feelings about this book...cause I'm completely speechless! Just a few books and authors (their style of writing) have this effect on me.. It's absolutely captivating and an amazing story...️‍... Big applaud for author... Thank you... can't wait for updates ...
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Where The Autumn Wind Blows

Where The Autumn Wind Blows

And then I hear it—faint, distant—the trickle of water. Not the ocean. Not Sommers Beach. But here in Fairview, there’s the old river that cuts behind the mill, dark and sluggish, carrying the smell of iron and moss. I follow it until I’m standing on the bank, my breath ghosting in the night. The current moves slow, but the sight of it still knocks something loose in me. The moonlight stretches across its surface, broken into shards by ripples, and suddenly I’m back there, salt stinging my eyes, Ari’s weight dragging me under.
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His Plump Mate

His Plump Mate

He is the alpha of Ironclaw though, and I trust him as my mate. The auras of everyone in the room showed clear uncertainty, except for one. She is an older woman with ties to Birch. I don’t have anything concrete against her, though. On the surface, she looks clean. Her name is Misty Whitaker. She has brown hair with a Bride of Frankenstein streak on the right side. Her skin looks flawless but aged. Like parchment paper that’s never been used. You can see the grooves, but it still looks crisp. Her eyes are blue with a hint of brown, and her lips are thin. She is of a thin frame, but she still looks in shape. Her aura is mocking. She is looking at me like I have some nerve.
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Feather Drifting in the Wind

Feather Drifting in the Wind

The plane roared as it climbed into the sky and through the clouds. Ivy sat by the window, staring down through the window. The city she had lived in for a decade shrank and blurred underneath her, familiar streets and landmarks mixing together before they disappeared beneath a thick blanket of clouds. For a moment, she thought she saw a tall, familiar figure. Then, the clouds drifted and swallowed everything. She leaned back, her fingertips numb with cold. Over those ten years, Caesar had given her a lot.
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The Moon Goddess Mistake

The Moon Goddess Mistake

Eve closed your eyes, praying to the goddess that when she opened her eyes, her mate would be in front of her. She heard footsteps around her, and then she felt it, her heart reaching out to someone. Her inner wolf stirred, reaching out to reach her mate. Her mate was here, she could feel him already. The drum sounded and she opened her eyes. Jude was in front of her
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Alora's Windsong

Alora's Windsong

Then we felt Storm's hand join ours, and his tiny voice rose high above us like an angel's song. We didn’t realize that Beth was at the door with tears in her eyes. The mountain sighed, but something under it groaned. He knew that we were growing stronger and would never be separated; he had to take us all if he tried for just one. Kira was preparing potions when she felt the high vibration of a magical windsong being sung; her ears perked to listen. Windsongs were rare and most beautiful; they were songs of the soul, from one mate to the other. Not many had the gift.
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The Wind Between Our Goodbye

The Wind Between Our Goodbye

The plane was up in the sky, among the clouds. After a short moment of turbulence, it flew steadily. I looked out at the clouds, feeling a wave of relief I had never felt before. Xander must have seen the contents on the thumb drive already, too. He was perhaps guessing how I found out about his secrets. His methods of climbing up the ladder and amassing wealth were so inconspicuous. Technically, someone like me, who had never once worked at the office, should not have been able to discover this.
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The Mistwalker is this fascinating blend of fantasy and mystery that hooked me from the first chapter. It follows a young woman named Sylvie who discovers she can walk through mist—literally stepping into other realms. But here's the twist: the mist isn't just a portal; it's alive, whispering secrets and hiding dangers. The world-building reminds me of 'The Ten Thousand Doors of January', but with a darker, more ethereal vibe. Sylvie's journey isn't just about magic; it's about uncovering family secrets tied to the mist, and the pacing feels like a slow-burn thriller. The author nails that eerie, atmospheric tone where every foggy morning in the story feels like it could hide a monster—or a revelation.

What really stuck with me was how the mist symbolized memory and loss. Sylvie's grief over her mother's disappearance drives her, and the mist reflects that: sometimes comforting, sometimes terrifying. The side characters, like the cynical librarian who helps her decode ancient texts, add depth without stealing the spotlight. It's one of those books where the magic system feels original yet intuitive, and the climax? No spoilers, but it redefines 'bittersweet'.

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