Title: The Alpha’s Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet Genre: WEREWOLF Trope: HIDDEN HERITAGE AND BETRAYAL Theme: MYSTERY AND THRILLER Setting: MYSTICAL WORLD, CRIMSON CITY, MID 20TH CENTURY Blurb: Her legs had barely stretched as she stood when the hairs on her neck stood on end. An instinctive sense of awareness creeping through her. It wasn’t the usual eerie silence of the room, it was something more. A presence loomed behind her, dark and predatory. “Thought you could steal from me?”…. Lycia, a thief who never knew she was anything more than human, was sent to steal a magical artifact from a mansion. She was captured by Cove, a cold-hearted Lycan alpha. She had to take up the quest to receive a pay to afford the medication of her guardian, Jack. She’s thrown into a dark world of secrets, where she learns she’s far from ordinary. Hidden powers stir within her, and the truth behind her parents' death comes crashing down. Trapped between revenge, betrayal, and a destiny she never asked for, Lycia must face her fears, fight for survival, and scream out for the power that calls to her. What dark secrets about her past will Lycia uncover as she delves deeper into the world of Lycans? Can she trust the ruthless alpha who captured her, or is he hiding his own deadly agenda? What will happen when her brother, the merciless werewolf hunter, learns of her true identity? Will Lycia embrace her hidden powers in time to stop the war brewing in the shadows or will her enemies destroy her before she can reclaim her destiny as the true Luna?
View MoreThe warriors' cheers echo through the training grounds, their roars of excitement vibrate through the earth, a clash of approval and bloodlust that fuels the battle unfolding before them. The sound is deafening, howls growing louder with every second, yet beneath it all, a different kind of weight settles over the onlookers.Lycia’s chest rose and fell, the heat still pulsing through her veins, but something deeper; was stirring inside her.The training ground was no longer just a battlefield. It had become an altar, and she was standing at its center, something sacred and cursed in the same breath. The whispers of the Lycans had died out, replaced by stunned silence, their bodies tense, and their instincts screaming at them to recognize the shift in power.Then Morrigana moved.With a wild snarl, Morrigana charged. No tricks, no games; just pure rage.Lycia barely had time to react before they crashed into each ot
Lycia felt the shift in the moment she walked into the training ground. The air was thick with unspoken tension, pressing down on her like a weight. Conversations quieted as she entered, but the stares remained; lingering, calculating.Raven’s presence still clung to her like a ghost, her touch, her voice, the unsettling promises she had whispered. She could hear the hushed whispers, see the way people turned to each other, speaking just low enough that she couldn’t catch the words. But she didn’t need to. The cautious glances, the wariness in their eyes, told her everything.Raven’s words had already spread like wildfire, poisoning the air around her. Lycia forced herself to move forward, head high, steps steady. She had survived Raven’s games. Now, she had to survive this.“She doesn’t belong here.” The words slithered through the air, hushed yet sharp, spoken by a woman with narrowed eyes and lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line. Her fingers curled around the edge of her cloa
A few weeks had gone by, yet the memory of what she had experienced with Maya still lingered in Lycia’s mind. It wasn’t just a warning; it was a certainty, and she was sure of it. Something was coming, something far greater than she could comprehend. And if she wasn’t ready, if she couldn’t control the storm brewing inside her, the consequences would be disastrous.But she couldn’t share it. Not with anyone, as of that moment she couldn’t trust anyone.The weight of it pressed down on her, a secret she had to bear alone. No one would understand, not truly. And even if they did, what could they do? This was her fight, her burden as Maya had said.She found herself walking through the vast estate, wandering into the forest. It was much more silent, all she could hear was the rustling of leaves beneath her boots. The moon’s light filtered through the flora canopy, casting silver streaks across the clearing where she trained alone. Every night, she came here, pushing herself, trying to co
Lycia stiffened. “A prophecy? I think you have me mistaken. You see, I am only but a prisoner here. I don’t think I’m the one.”Maya’s gaze darkened, the weight of centuries pressing into her voice. She reached out, gripping Lycia’s shoulders with a quiet urgency that sent a shiver down her spine. “Listen to me, child,” she whispered, her tone raw with unshaken certainty. “You are more than you know; more than what they have told you, more than the blood that runs through your veins. You are destiny woven into flesh, a force the world has tried to silence, but it cannot. It will not.”Her fingers tightened, her eyes burning with an intensity that sent Lycia’s heart pounding. “You were never meant to be ordinary. You were never meant to bow. They will come for you, they will try to break you, but you….” Maya’s voice trembled with a fierce tenderness. “You will rise, child. You will burn brighter than the night they have tried to drown you in.”Lycia swallowed hard, her breath unsteady.
The whispers began before sleep had fully claimed her.Soft. Insidious. A voice neither of this world nor the next.Lycia stirred, but her body was no longer her own. Her feet moved, silent as the shadows, drawn to the unseen call.After what seemed like a long discussion with Cove, she finally retired to what used to be her prison. Sleep pulled her under like an unseen tide, dragging her into darkness.But this was no ordinary slumber.A whisper floated through the air; soft, ethereal, curling around her ears like a lover’s breath. A chill ran down her spine. Then another, layered upon the first, overlapping and weaving together like ghostly fingers brushing against her skin.She shuddered.Lycia’s breath hitched. Something felt wrong. The room seemed colder than before, the silence too absolute. Was she dreaming? Or awake?Then, the whisper changed.More insistent. More urgent.“Move!.” It whispered.Her fingers twitched. Her heart pounded. The air around her felt thick, heavy, char
Taking a shaky breath, she decided to tell him the truth; at least part of it."I needed the money," she admitted, her voice quieter now. "I didn’t care about the map or what it meant. I only took the job because Raven said it would pay well. I was desperate."Cove’s expression remained unreadable, but he didn’t interrupt, so she continued."I wanted to get out of Crimson City. I’ve spent my whole life scraping by, running from one bad situation to another. And I had someone to take care of; Jack. He’s sick, dying. I needed the money to help him too."That statement shocked Cove, but it was gone before she could place it."So you risked everything for a man who’s dying?" he asked, his voice lacking its usual sharpness.Lycia nodded. "I couldn’t just leave him to suffer. He’s the only family I have left. I never knew anything about the Bloodmoon Amulet, or why the map was so important. I just needed enough to disappear, to take Jack somewhere safe before it was too late."She met Cove’
Lycia’s breath was shallow as she pressed against the cold stone walls of her prison, her mind racing. Cove stood before her, the dim torchlight flickering across his sharp features, casting shadows that made him look even more menacing. He was too close—too still. And his silence was far worse than any words.Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she forced herself to hold his gaze. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Cove tilted his head slightly, studying her like a puzzle he was slowly piecing together. Then, in one fluid motion, he closed the distance between them, his hand pressing against the wall beside her head. The air shifted, charged, and for a moment, it wasn’t just fear that made her breath hitch."You tell me, thief," he murmured, his voice smooth, dangerous. "Why would someone like you risk everything for a map you claim to know nothing about?"She swallowed hard, her body betraying her with a shiver. "I… I didn’t know its worth. It
Her lungs burned as she pushed forward, every instinct screaming at her to run faster. But she could hear them behind her. The snarls, the pounding of paws against the earth. Panic shot through her veins like fire. Her lungs burned as she sprinted through the trees, her legs screaming in protest. She had no plan, just blind, desperate instinct gushing through her."Run, Lycia! Just run!" she choked out, her voice breaking with desperation.Behind her, the heavy pounding of boots and paws tore through the ground. They were closing in. They were faster. Stronger. They would catch her.No. No, she couldn’t let them.Lycia’s foot caught on an exposed root, twisting violently beneath her. A sharp burst of pain shot up her leg as she crashed to the ground, her palms scraping against the rough earth. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs, leaving her gasping, her body trembling from exhaustion and fear.She forced herself up, her vision blurring as she stumbled forward. But it was to
(A dark clearing. The scent of damp earth and blood. Raven waits, perched on a fallen log, silver glinting in her fingers. The moonlight filters through the trees, casting long, jagged shadows.)Doyle emerged from the darkness, moving soundlessly, the night wrapping around him like a second skin.“It’s done,” he assured Raven.Raven barely looked up, twirling a silver coin between her fingers. “And?”Doyle exhaled. “They have an intruder. I am guessing you have something to do with it based on the last time.” He enquired“But they have her imprisoned.” Raven's brows furrowed, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face. Concern? No, impossible. Her expression hardened again. “And the estate?” Raven asked.Doyle leaned against a tree, crossing his arms. “Cove’s doubling security. He’s got Lucas and other lycans scrambling to reinforce his estate. The underground vault still remains the weakest as usual. But from my observations, it sees rotations every two hours, now they’ve a
The cold evening sky of Crimson City was filled with heavy clouds, blocking out the stars with the moon partly covered. The city’s streets filled with grime, due to a heavy downpour of rain, and shadows with whispers from those living in the streets adding a little life to it. Lycia Carter, crouched on the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse. Her breath fogged in the frosty air struggling with the cold. Her arms wrapped around her body and her eyes stretched out, leading toward the glittering mansions of the wealthy. Lycia spent her life living with the forgotten, the unseen and the unworthy. The kind of people who scraped by on luck and grit to survive. But tonight was different. Something different was going to happen. Tonight, she was on a mission that could change everything, not just for herself but for Jack too. Jack’s voice echoed in her thoughts, very weak and rasping, as he held her hands that morning.“..listen kid… don't do anything foolish. I’ll get better, I promise” h...
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