Moondust: A Dark Faerytale

Moondust: A Dark Faerytale

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Faeries, magic, and all things mystical. Things associated with joy, wonder and happiness... Of course these assumptions are all too far from the truth. Lilium Nightingale has been living in the Faery Hollow for her whole life, and she can't wait to get out of there. There are tales of the days when every faery lived there in freedom and harmony, but those stories are long forgotten and lost. Lilium never enjoyed the Hollow much, but when one day her new, unwanted apprentice asks her questions she never thought about, and her best friend Hybris fails to return from a quest, she really begins to question what is happening around her, and realizes that something is out of place. For deep in the forest, something has gone horribly wrong...
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COMPLETED. *NSFW* Auralie doesn't believe in fae stories-not the ones whispered by dying villagers, not the ones about cursed woods or monsters that eat your heart. But when girls begin to vanish and strange symbols bleed from the bark of the forest, she crosses the veil in search of answers. What she finds is him. Unmoving. Inhuman. Wearing a crown of antlers and eyes like cut emeralds, sharp with amusement. He speaks in riddles. Smiles like a threat. And calls her little moth, like a name he's been saving. The first time they meet, she draws his blood. The second, he offers her a bargain. The third, he consumes her. The Hollow Prince says worse things hunt her now-creatures that wear her face, sing her name, and slip into her dreams. He claims he's the only thing standing between her and the dark. But the deeper Auralie goes, the more twisted the forest becomes-and the harder it is to tell whether the prince is her captor, her shield, or the very thing she was warned to fear. There is a curse. A game. And a price that was never hers to pay.

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