Written for the #WITW writing contest!

In a world where the moon decides the fate of wolves and humans alike, one Luna dares to break the chains of destiny. Seraphina Vale was born to lead, but betrayed by the mate she trusted, she watches her pack shattered by war beneath a storm-lashed sky. Left with only her unbreakable will and those who chose to follow her, she becomes the architect of something no wolf has ever dared: a life on her own terms. From the scarred remnants of the Ironclaw Territory to the mist-veiled depths of Cedar Ridge, Seraphina gathers the broken and the brave. As a single mother and leader, she forges alliances with rivals like Kael Duskbane, and Alpha whose quiet honor defies the savagery of their world. Together, they envision a sanctuary where loyalty is earned, not demanded, and where the past no longer dictates the future. But in the shadows, old grudges fester. Secrets twist like roots in the dark. The memory of betrayal is a wound that refuses to heal. As new bonds are tested and passions ignite, Seraphina must decide how far she will go to protect the wolves who look to her, and whether reclaiming her power will cost her everything. Moonstone Chronicles is a sweeping saga of survival, defiance, and transformation, a story where the wild will always call you home, and the moon will never look away. Content Warnings: Violence: graphic battles scenes, injuries, death Emotional Abuse: references to betrayal and manipulation Mature Themes: grief, trauma, power struggles Sexual Content: explicit scenes, moderate to detailed intimacy Language: occasional strong language

🌕 LONEBORN By Zara Vale She was born to run. But fate just caught up. Gaia has lived at the edge of things-an outcast marked by her wild red hair and wilder red-wolf instincts, hunted for reasons she barely understands. After her mother's brutal death, she survives the backroads alone, guided only by prickly resolve and the secrets she refuses to share. Connection is her greatest fear; staying too long is never an option. But under a rising full moon, everything changes. Pursued through unfamiliar woods, Gaia is cornered by an Alpha whose presence stirs something raw and unspoken inside her. What begins as a fight becomes a dangerous entanglement: a connection that defies her defenses, a night she cannot erase, and a consequence that could rewrite the destiny of all wolves. He doesn't know what she carries. She doesn't know who she's becoming. Now, Gaia must choose: run from a legacy written in blood and prophecy, or step into the wild dawn of her becoming. Author's Note: Loneborn wears the skin of a paranormal romance, but its heart beats with the lyricism and depth of literary fiction. This is a story for readers who crave both feral magic and the ache of survival, who seek romance woven through character and theme. 🌑 Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and locations are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Contains mature content, trauma themes, and realistic depictions of survival. Intended for a mature audience. Reader discretion is advised.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)