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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Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Eliana was framed by her best friend and her fiance into sleeping with a boy toy in the club and getting impregnated by him. Five years after she had given birth to twins, she returned home and worked under the Moran Group, where she met the CEO-- Maurice. Maurice was a brilliant businessman who did his job well. But in order to stay under the radar, he lived a double life. One as Maurice, and one as Preston. Fate brought the two together again, roping them in on an exciting love story. It all became more complicated when Eliana faced Preston, the man she had slept with before, once again. Now that she was being pursued by two men, how could she ever choose? When would Eliana uncover the secret of Maurice's identity? When was Maurice going to know that he already had two children of his own? How would Eliana face this man when the truth came to light one day? Come and find out.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .