The Reign Of The Moonstone

The Reign Of The Moonstone

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"She tried so desperately to protect you from me, but you went and brought me to you yourself, didn't you?" My brown eyes were fully engulfed in crimson as they met a pair of peacock-greens I hadn't seen in two centuries. "Well, hello there," I hummed. "Little Alpha King." ---------- Kamaria was once an orphaned she-wolf, the runt of the pack with the sole goal of surviving the nights that left her cold, hollow, and alone. Relief came in the form of peacock-green eyes and a charming smile-a man fated to be hers. She didn't know she was being traded from one prison to another, where even the staggering joy she'd claimed would be ruthlessly ripped away. Two centuries after, fate brought her back to the very place that bled her life of colour. But the scorned she-wolf is gone; in her place stands a Titan, forged in the shards of gods and fueled by decades of trials painted by her own blood. As she rains retribution upon those who had robbed her life of youth, a new shadow emerges. When temptation arrives - dark winged and armed with prismatic eyes always set on her - just how long will Kamaria's walls stay firm before they begin to crumble under his possessive, primeval touch? ---------- "Give me your hands," I commanded softly. She stiffened, her silver hair shimmering as it drowned under golden light. "I'm fine, Cacciatore. I don't need your-" I didn't wait for her to finish. I reached out and took her hands in mine. They were small, honey-toned, and trembling slightly from the fading adrenaline. Across her knuckles were smears of dark, drying blood-Luther's blood. My movements were rigid and practised, yet there was a gentleness in my touch that even I didn't fully understand. "You shouldn't have to carry his filth on your skin," I murmured, my voice a low vibration. Note: Undergoing major edit.
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Iris has had a difficult life, running from her past and living like a nomad. She is not a regular wolf. She curses the Moon goddess for the gifts she possesses. The ability to heal others. At least that is what she tells herself and her best friend Aria. she wants nothing to do with being a wolf. She barely shifts, does not believe in mates, and hates everything that has to do with packs. And she shows her disregard. With a foul mouth and attitude to match, she is always landing herself and her traveling companion, Aria, in trouble. Until one day she runs into a pack of ancient wolves, rumored to be extinct. The first wolves made by the Moon goddess, and finds out the Alpha of the pack is her mate. And of course, she wants nothing to do with him, and he wants everything to do with her. But He is not one to be toyed with, brutal and heartless( and that's just being modest). He refuses to let her disrespect him and will go to any extent to ensure she submits to his every will. Thankfully, she can't die. But a war is coming, and it's out of this world. Malik and Iris are the only ones that can stop it, and they don't know it yet. Will they be able to push their differences away and let the Moon goddess finish what she started, or will they be to pig-headed and stubborn to fall in love?

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