In a world where witches and Lycans fight for dominance, Amara, a weak human with a hidden divine essence, unleashes a prophecy that puts her world in peril. Having lost his first mate, Lucian Blackwood controls with an iron grip. He becomes even more hateful of witches after meeting Amara, a quiet woman with enigmatic abilities. Unknown to them both, Amara is the moon goddess reincarnated, with the power to alter the course of events for all Lycans. Lucian and Amara must face their pasts and work through a perilous prophecy as dark forces, led by the cunning Darius and the evil witch Morgana, draw near. In the meantime, dark magic is used by the cunning witch Morgana to further her goals of controlling the moon goddess. Lucian, Amara, and their allies must face a web of betrayal, sacrifice, and destiny as ancient truths come to light and alliances are put to the test in order to stop the calamity that threatens to envelop their planet in darkness. This is a dangerous war between good and evil, light and darkness.
The small village, nestled close to the edge of MoonClaw Forest, was bathed in light. Her garden served as a haven, a verdant place where she could use her hands to bring life out of nothing and find comfort. Each blossom and foliage showcased her joyful countenance and unwavering dedication. The air filled with the rich perfume of newly turned soil mixed with strong scents of lavender and jasmine.
Her sleeve obscured her wrist's ever-mysterious crescent moon symbol. Amara traced the mark with her fingers, feeling a strange remembrance of how it had come to be.
That morning, she'd woken up from a nightmare with short, ragged gasps of breath. Her dream was still there, brilliant and unsettling. She had heard stories about a forgotten prophecy associated with a figure in the moonlight. A story told to her once by one of the peasants.
Feeling something strange and warm at her wrist, she had reached it out of reflex, shocked by the dream and an unexplained terror. She touched the mark with her fingertips, a delicate design of swirls and intricate details gleaming against her pale skin, that had developed throughout the course of the night.
Though she had never seen a symbol like this before, it felt oddly familiar, and she was unable to decipher its meaning: a crescent moon entwined with a star, seemed to pulse in sync with the quickening beat of her heart.
She would never tell anyone how she obtained it, even though she knew. She had grown to see it as a part of her just as her garden.
The village where she lives was silent, but for the sound of a few birds tweeting and bushes rustling. The house she'd known her whole life. living her life without knowing who she was or having any memory of her history. Even though Amara was used to her simple life, she could never quite shake the feeling that something was missing. She might even describe herself as cheerful.
But she was overcome with an unanticipated sense of urgency today. The more disturbing vivid nightmares she had obeen experiencing included an overwhelming feeling of dread.
She felt a sudden surge of cold on her skin and looked up to see the village. The clear sky had become a strange, foreboding murky color. Dark clouds built, turning to twirl at an astonishing pace. Her heart raced when she heard the wind screaming through the woods and carrying a distant, unnerving howl with it.
The uneven ground made her feet tremble. There was a deep rumble in the earth that sounded like a beast snarling. And before she knew it, a malevolent ghost had taken over the once tranquil village, bringing with it devastation.
Dark shapes moved from the edge of the forest with unnatural accuracy and speed. These were not your typical forest cuisine; instead, they were spectral beings with bodies that twisted and writhed like fog. The figures charged, and flames flew out of many houses with a ferocity that bordered on the otherworldly.
Amara stumbled across the grass, her heart pounding with terror. Now shattered was the peaceful haven she had cherished. She ran toward the settlement, desperate to help, but the black things were too powerful.
As her house burned down, her mind was racing, trying to figure out where she could escape. She dashed to the edge of the trees, her pulse pounding. The closer they got to each other, the louder the black forms' wails. She dove into the forest, hoping that the dense vegetation would shield her from the chaos that was happening behind her.
The woodland, normally a source of comfort, felt strange and unsettling right now. The trees enveloped her, their gnarled branches reaching out like outstretched hands. The path was uneven and there was a growing feeling of being trailed. Every time she thought she had gained some distance, the black shadows seemed to draw nearer.
Amara was breathing heavily and erratically as she ran. She stumbled over rocks and roots, her mind spinning with ideas and panic. The forest itself even seemed to be trying to bewilder her by twisting and turning. The black figures were relentless, their screams echoing across the treetops.
A bright light pierced the darkness and briefly lighted her path. Amara looked forward, her heart thumping. She staggered. It looked like she was following the light as it entered the woodland. She felt a strange hope as she followed the light.
She materialized in a clearing with a massive, ancient shrine covered in moss. The temple itself was serene despite its age, and there was a palpable energy in the air. The shadows on the ground were so disconcerting that it seemed as though the shrine was pulsating with a low light.
The light grew brighter as Amara approached the temple. From the moment she walked through the door, she had the distinct feeling that she had been here before. antique items and emblems Throughout the interior of the temple, there were old relics and symbols that had become meaningless with time. A glistening crystal in the center of the space appeared to be the source of the light. It rested on a pedestal.
Amara reached out and put her fingers to the jewel. Everything around her shifted as she experienced a surge of energy. Rather than being inside the temple, she was standing in a vast, empty space. Celestial bodies danced around her, and in the distance, the familiar black forms loomed.
She saw an enormously powerful woman surrounded by celestial light. Amara found the vision to be both terrifying and beautiful, which helped her to connect with it intimately. The woman seemed menacing and powerful, her features piercing.
A powerful, spectral voice could be heard through the sight. "This is the ideal time. You will have to decide for yourself how to respond to the prophecy that will come to pass.
Amara went back to the shrine with her heart pounding, just as the image was going away. The ominous beings began to scream with increasing intensity, and you could almost feel their dreadful force. She knew she had to move immediately.
When she turned to leave, a wall of shadow blocked the entrance, trapping her inside the shrine. With a suffocating gloom, the dark creatures gradually filled the chamber as they writhed and changed shape.
Amara's mind was racing with all the things she was attempting to figure out. The stone glinted softly as she reached for it again on the pedestal. Her fingers touched the crystal, and a powerful explosion of energy appeared that tore through the shadows and cleared the way.
The silhouetted people receded, revealing the way out. Amara fled the shrine as the woods encroached on her once more. The dark shapes got closer to her, the cries growing more menacing.
As Amara darted into the forest, she experienced a sense of urgency unlike anything she had ever experienced. Everything appeared to depend on this same forest, her life, and the future of her town. Amara wanted to save what remained of her broken life and discover the truth. This did not give her much power to continue running frantically. Had she known how terrible her future would be, perhaps she would not have fled.
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Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Despite being an illegitimate daughter, Lena bore a striking resemblance to the young lady of the Evans family. Faced with their threats, she was forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry Dylan. As an act of defiance, Lena seduced Dylan night after night, until she had him completely wrapped around her finger. Using his affections to her advantage, she set out to undermine the Evans family. Over time, Dylan began to notice something odd about his beloved wife...
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Looking at the divorce papers my lips curled up into a mocking smile. 'How big fool I am? How can I think that he will give a chance to this marriage? How can I forget that I was nothing more a tool in his eyes to vent his anger until his beloved Tara is back. Since, she was back, how can he let me stay there?' "After you will sign these papers, you will receive 100 million dollars as alimony." the lawyer added. Because of his words, I came back to my senses took the pen from him, and signed the name. I have also gotten exhausted from this marriage both physically and mentally. Even though I had wanted my child to be born into a complete family, I didn't want my child to have a stepmother and live miserably like me for the rest of his life. After taking the papers from my hand, the lawyer gave me the bank card, turned around, and was about to leave when he paused at the door. He then turned around and added, "Mr. Carter said that he hoped that you won't pester him, or you have to bear the consequences." The lawyer's words were like a knife stabbing in my heart, but I still nodded. Anyway, I also don't plan to have anything to do with him anymore. I just want to live a good life with my children. After the lawyer left, the ward fell into silence. I placed my hand on my belly and said to my children, "Baby, I am sorry, Mommy can't give you a complete family! But I promise you, I will do my best to give the love of both mother and father." 'As for giving one of my child, I will never do that. They are my babies and my alone. I and I will give birth to all of them and raise them no matter what.' Four Years Later... Anya came back to the country with her three kids, to inherit the company left by his grandfather...