Esta é a história de como Eveline Hess, a Sacerdotisa da Noite, veio a encontrar o amor e acabou se tornando na Defensora mais procurada do mundo. Em um mundo ainda recém emancipado da influência soberana dos Deuses, a nossa protagonista se muda para a cidade de Tcha'an, no Estado de Mora. Em busca de uma vida independente livre de seu passado, ela será arrastada para inúmeras confusões e batalhas numa terra onde seres sobrenaturais e mágicos ainda convivem com os humanos, ou tentam. Ao lado de um jovem rapaz "xamã", ela passará por apuros, ajudará pessoas, irá amadurecer e aprender o significado de confiar no outro, tudo isso contado de seu próprio ponto vista. Mistérios sobre seu nome, sangue e destino a cercam. Curiosa como é, Eveline não se conformará até encontrar as respostas. O Arco do Namoro compreende os 3 primeiros meses da chegada de Eveline a Mora. Ela detalha seus aprendizados sobre esse mundo e sua vida ao lado de seu novo companheiro de trabalho. (Minha primeira narrativa. Espero que gostem e deixem bastante comentários!)

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION