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"Fix yourself. While I'm gone. Really fix yourself. Not just your enemies. Not just the debts. You." "What do you mean?" "I mean figure out why you couldn't tell me you loved me until I was already walking out the door. Figure out why you had to control everything instead of trusting me. Figure out who you are when you're not the ruthless underboss everyone's afraid of." He didn't answer. I stepped into the elevator. The doors closed.

I leaned forward, my gaze locking onto the older lord who had spoken earlier. "Now, I have a question for all of you," I said, my voice dropping into a dangerous whisper. "Who do you choose to follow? Do you follow a corrupt Council that tries to starve your children to protect their golden thrones? Or do you follow the Battle Luna who feeds your men and leads them to victory?" The silence in the room was absolute. The lords looked at the trade papers, then at Gabriel’s heavy axe, and finally at me. They realized the truth. The Moon Council’s political spell was completely broken.

Lucien’s face was soaked with tears while Elisen stared at me with terrifying stillness, his glowing golden eyes too aware for a child his age. “Papa…” Lucien sobbed brokenly. God... That voice nearly destroyed me. I forced myself to breathe despite feeling like my lungs were collapsing inward. My wolf clawed violently beneath my skin, screaming at me not to go. But what choice did I have? If I fought, people would die... again. The Dreadlord slowly stepped closer to me. The rotten scent surrounding him intensified until nausea twisted my stomach violently. “You should feel honored,” he murmured. “Entire kingdoms have searched for the Moon Goddess’ hidden offspring. And yet… you were tucked

Conversations quieted. Lily saw Luke stiffen beside her. The noble continued. “A ruler cannot simply claim loyalty through victory. Especially one who keeps… mysterious company.” His gaze slid toward Lily. The room followed. Dozens. Hundreds. Eyes. Her chest tightened. The warmth inside her flared. “I mean no disrespect,” the noble said, clearly meaning the opposite, “but rumors spread quickly. A woman of divine blood. Untested. Uncontrolled. Living inside our kingdom walls.” The word uncontrolled hit something deep and fragile inside her.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

They just wanted to admire the beauty that was sitting not too far from my table and that was exactly what I did. “Oh, my God. Ava, I can’t believe this! That is the guy!” Jasmine exclaimed silently with surprise after she first seemed to have lost her voice for a few minutes. “Wait! What are you talking about?” I asked curiously. I hoped it isn’t what I was thinking. “The Guy! The guy I was talking about yesterday. The guy that was giving off the werewolf vibe. That’s him!” Jasmine explained happily with dreamy eyes, while Micheal on the other hand was just looking at the way the two ladies sitting with him were blatantly staring at other guys without shame. He was mostly looking at me. I w

My dreams have always been about the pain of my years of training. I spent an entire year in the Liddicoat’s family house. It is where their family library stands, underneath that big, old house. And there, I scour ancient tomes and scrolls, learning more spells that might come in handy when my quest for revenge starts.

And Aria—mother, Luna, flamewalker—could only cling to the vow Xander had made on the mountain: We face it together. Or we fall apart. She was just returning from the council hall when she saw them—Rowan and Mira—standing in front of the Library of the Ancients. The oldest building in Moonrise. It squatted at the edge of the village like a forgotten sentinel—half-buried in stone, its roof moss-covered, the runes carved deep into its door nearly swallowed by time. Most wolves passed it with reverence. Few ever entered. Within its walls slept the bones of knowledge—scrolls that whispered and books that wept when touched.

“Okay. I understand. But please Marley. Be careful. They know you’re out there.” “Who?” “The other Coven Leaders. You thought Korin was bad. If someone like Othello got you— Absinthe would not be able to do a damned thing about it.” Who the hell was Othello? I didn’t know a thing about the name, or who he was, or his importance. “Who’s Othello?” “Othello is the Lord of the Vampires.” “Absinthe is a Lord too.” I’d met Korin… he was a Lord, and other than being a creep, he wasn’t that ba—

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.