nova lives in a sea of grey. her world is a dull canvas, bleak and lifeless. having grown up with an unorthodox background, in a poor urban town with a father that was nowhere near the father she deserved, nova has always been alone. she paves her own way in life and makes decisions for only herself, because no one ever made them in mind of her. she wants to leave the shitty town she's in and make something of herself. to make ends meet and to jumpstart her career, she turned to stripping. it wasn't a dream career, but it did the job, leaving her with stacks at the end of the night. it had become routine to her after a few months, until the night when her club becomes swarmed with men that are tall, mysterious and intimidating. golden hues undo her pretty quickly. her world collapses shorty after, revealing that the earth she walked in may be more colourful than she imagined, with a moon that protects creatures that shift into fur. nova's path is to the moon, setting out on the walk to her destiny. the moon never intended her to be alone. not when there was an alpha made just for her. her gift.

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

Years before his birth, it was prophesised that his soul would never be whole, that his heart would never beat in rhythm to his other half. Micajah was born with a dark soul, a soul that was corrupt. A soul that was more wolf than human. A soul incomplete. Nothing but an imperfect creation that walks earth. He will never have a true mate. When his turn to rule the wolf kingdom arises, after the death of his mother, he is forced to choose a female that has already been rejected from her true mate. Alongside his rise to the throne, the wolf kingdom begins to tear itself apart. An uprising begins. No one wants a creature, hated by the Moon Goddess herself, to rule. Even if he is the only royal heir by blood. Even if it is what tradition dictates. A male more beast than man, can never yield humanity, let alone love. But humanity can be learnt, and love seizes all - even those with corrupt souls.