Blood Moon Vow
My name is Lysara of the Vimpare, born of shadow and ancient blood. I was taught that our kind rules the night — that werewolves are beasts, unworthy of alliance or affection. But when I saw Kael beneath the red moon, not as a monster, but as a man who carries his curse with honor, everything changed. Now, my heart defies centuries of hatred. The Elders whisper of war if our bond is revealed. And yet… every heartbeat pulls me closer to him. This isn’t just love. It’s rebellion.I shouldn’t be here. The wind bites through my thin cloak as I crouch behind the obsidian ruins, heart pounding like a war drum. Below, in the valley of Emberspine, Kael shifts under the rising moon — fur melting into flesh, muscles reshaping, breath steadying. He’s beautiful. Dangerous. Mine.
But the scent of my fear betrays me. A Lupine sentry snarls, catching my trace on the air. Kael turns, eyes glowing amber, and mouths one word: Run.
Behind me, shadows deepen — three Vimpare enforcers descend silently, daggers drawn, ordered to retrieve me… or end me if I resist. I clutch the locket he gave me, warm with his blood magic.
Do I flee into the wilds with him, knowing it means war? Do I surrender to my kin, breaking both our hearts? Or do I draw the blade at my side and defy them all?
King Patrick
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Air System
You wake up gasping, your lungs burning — and your bank account flashing. Every breath you take is worth money now. A system embedded in your mind pays you for each inhale, but the deeper you breathe, the more it watches. The first payment came before you even opened your eyes. Now, they’re offering bonuses for holding your breath… for *not* breathing. Who profits when oxygen becomes currency? And why do the highest earners never cash out?
WEDNESDAY (BOOK ONE)
I never asked to be psychic. I never wanted friends. And I certainly didn’t volunteer to save Jericho from a centuries-old grudge wrapped in monster skin. But here I am—knee-deep in bloodied snow, a dead raven in my hand, and the voice of a long-dead girl whispering through my dreams. The Hyde isn’t just some beast; it’s a weapon. And someone is aiming it at Nevermore. If I don’t unravel the truth before the next attack, Enid will be next. Maybe me too.
THE WEREWOLF'S NIGHT
I used to hunt because it was in my blood. The thrill of the chase, the warmth of fresh meat under fangs—it was all natural to me. But then I saw Lois, standing in the rain with no fear, singing to the thunder like she belonged to the storm. Now I don’t want to kill. Now I want to protect. And that makes me a traitor to the Clan. They say no one escapes the pack. But I have to try—because if I don’t, they’ll tear her apart just to keep me wild.
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