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The Dragon King's Moon
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Ongoing, First published Oct 15
When the moon fell and the fire wept, a forgotten promise stirred once more.

Lyria Selune, the only daughter of the Rabbit Clan's leader, once lived a life wrapped in silk and gentleness. Her clan was known for healing and peace, their light said to come from the moon itself. But when the Fox Clan rose to power and turned their ambition into blood, Lyria's world burned to ashes.

Left with nothing but her name and the power she barely understands, she is found by Caelum Dravaryn, the Dragon King, the strongest of the human beasts, a ruler feared for his cruelty and silence. Yet in his arms, Lyria finds warmth instead of fire. He protects her with devotion that feels both ancient and new, treating her like something sacred in a world that worships strength.

As the clans move toward war, whispers spread of an old bond between the moon and the dragon, a divine vow that once kept the realms in balance. The dragons call her goddess, the foxes call her weapon, and the world begins to bow as the stars themselves remember her name.

But Lyria is not a saint. She has a heart that can heal, but she also carries grief sharp enough to wound.
And Caelum, the king forged from flame will burn the world if it means keeping her safe.

Together, they must decide what it means to protect peace in a world built on power. Between tenderness and vengeance, love and ruin, the Dragon King and his Moon will rise, bound by fate, fire, and the promise that even broken light can still shine.
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