A week had passed since the Mirror Reborn and her followers left the shrine. Their banner, broken mirror over twin moons, flapped in every wind. They’d recruited outcasts and exiles from border villages; their ranks swelled with warriors once loyal to no king.But another summons echoed across the wild lands, this one darker.From the scorched fields of Volkrash, where ash rained from permanent ember skies, came two riders, black-cloaked envoys bearing an ebony scroll. They advanced upon the Mirror Reborn’s camp, where she and her companions rested in the ruins of a fire-forged fortress.Nyra sat at the campfire’s edge, twins cooing in Kaelia’s lap, Ryker sharpened his blade; Caelum inspected recruits; Selene meditated beneath broken battlements.A rider knelt before Nyra, eyes hidden beneath cowl. They presented the ebony scroll sealed by scarlet wax bearing the symbol of the Fire King: a crown of molten rock.Nyra lifted a brow. “Read it.”The rider’s voice was low and rasping. “Que
Chapter 1: The Mark of RejectionThe moon hung heavy in the sky, casting a pale silver sheen over the Midnight Howl Pack’s sacred grounds. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration. Selene's twenty-first birthday, the age when a wolf finally senses their fated mate. She stood at the heart of the moonlit glade, wrapped in a gown the color of raven feathers, embroidered with silver threads that shimmered like stardust. Her long obsidian hair flowed down her back in soft waves, catching the light of the full moon. Her striking violet eyes, unusual even among wolves, gleamed with excitement, hope, and the unspoken longing she had buried deep for years.She wasn’t just beautiful! She was ethereal.Around her, the pack gathered, their murmurs a quiet hum of reverence and anticipation. Alpha daughter. Warrior. Future Luna. Selene had earned every ounce of respect, not because of her title, but because of the blood she’d spilled for them; wolves and rogues alike. She’d trained harder, fought f
Chapter 2: The Awakening PowerThe forest was quieter than usual.Selene sat on the edge of the cliff, wind whipping through her obsidian hair as dawn bled across the sky in hues of crimson and gold. Her bare feet dangled over the rocky ledge, toes curling with tension. Below, the forest stretched endlessly, mist crawling between the trees like a living thing. The silence here should’ve calmed her.But instead, it screamed.Ever since the night under the moon—the surge of power, the vision, the glowing eyes—something had shifted inside her. Her wolf, once fierce but steady, now growled with something darker. Wilder. Hungrier.Selene flexed her fingers and watched as faint trails of silver shimmered beneath her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins.What the hell is happening to me?"Found you."The voice came from behind her, gruff, familiar.Selene didn’t need to turn to know it was Thorne, her beta. The one man who had stood by her side through every battle, every victory and lo
The night he appeared, the moon hid behind a shroud of clouds, as if even the heavens didn’t dare watch what came crawling out of the shadows.Selene stood at the edge of the Eastern River, her fingers curled tight around a blade she’d strapped beneath her cloak. She had felt it again.That pull, like a thread in her chest tightening, an instinct beyond instinct. Something was coming.Or someone.Water lapped softly at the shore, but the forest was still. Too still.Then, she heard it. A twig snapping. Purposeful. Heavy.She spun on her heel just in time to see him step out from the trees.He moved like a beast that knew how to be a man.Tall. Broad. Soaked from the waist down. His shirt clung to his body, revealing a trail of battle-scarred muscle and a slow, predatory grace that sent her wolf snarling to the surface.But what caught her attention, what truly froze her, were his eyes.Silver. Pale and electric. Unlike any wolf she’d ever seen. Not feral, not wild. Controlled chaos. Be
The courtyard reeked of blood and ash.Selene stood on the highest balcony of the Alpha Hall, her cloak whipping in the midnight wind. Below her, warriors scrambled, dragging away the charred remains of the creature Ryker called a harbinger.It had appeared as a blur of smoke and claw ; silent, swift, and dripping with shadow. Three sentries had died before they even knew what hit them.And Ryker had killed it.He’d broken his chains, shifted mid-air into a black-furred beast with glowing silver eyes, and torn the harbinger in half with a single bite.The pack had seen it. They had all seen it.And for the first time, Selene wasn’t the one they looked to for power.They looked at him.She stormed into the war room, eyes blazing. Ryker was there, shirtless, wounded, wiping blood off his jaw with a rag. His skin gleamed with sweat and moonlight, the sight of him infuriatingly distracting.“You shifted inside my estate,” she hissed.“You’re welcome,” he said without looking up.“You brok
The pain hadn’t stopped.Selene gritted her teeth as the carriage bounced over rocky terrain. The dagger wound from Thorne's betrayal pulsed with heat, the wolfsbane coursing through her veins like liquid fire. Every heartbeat was a reminder: she was betrayed by the one she trusted most.Ryker sat across from her, arms crossed, watching her with unreadable eyes. The moon cast slivers of silver through the window, illuminating her pale skin and bloodstained bandages.“You should rest,” he said.“I don’t need rest,” she snapped.“You’ve been stabbed, Luna.”“I’m aware,” she growled.Silence stretched between them. Tense. Crackling. Until he leaned forward.“You need to know what’s coming,” Ryker said. “Thorne wasn’t acting alone. The Ironhide Pack has found something..an artifact. Ancient. Tied to your bloodline.”Selene’s heart skipped. “My bloodline?”He nodded. “You’ve heard the stories, haven’t you? About the Moonborn?”She narrowed her eyes. “Stories meant to scare pups around a ca
The fortress had never felt so suffocating.Selene paced the edge of her chambers, the cool stone beneath her feet doing little to tame the heat rising in her blood. Her body ached..not from pain, but something far more maddening.Something primal.The magic she unearthed in the Moonborn vault hadn’t quieted. It pulsed beneath her skin, humming in her veins, a rhythm that matched the thundering pull of her wolf. Every night since, she’d felt... hunted by her own instincts.And the worst part?They all led her to Ryker.He was everywhere.His scent ;dark pine, steel, and danger lingered in her halls. His presence stalked her every move. His eyes, when they met hers, made her feel like the only prey in a forest full of predators.He hadn’t touched her.Not since the night she bled.Not since the night she saw him look at her like she was something sacred. And something he wanted to destroy.She hated it. Hated that she wanted him, too.Worse, that she needed to feel something other than
The moment the child’s scream died out, Selene knew something had changed.It was like the world had shifted. A piece of her... the one she’d been holding together with sheer will...cracked.She stood over the blood-written threat on the nursery wall, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Ryker touched her shoulder gently, but even his warmth couldn’t reach her.Her past was clawing its way back through the doors she had sealed long ago.And this time… it wouldn’t be quiet.By morning, the fortress had been swept for intruders. The child was safe, but no one slept.Selene stood in her war room, listening as council members debated what had happened. Beside her, Ryker said nothing. He hadn’t left her side since the night before,but he hadn’t touched her again either.As the elders argued, a voice broke through the noise.“Selene.”It was soft. Familiar.Cassian.Her fated mate.She hadn’t seen him in weeks, not since he’d rejected her in front of the pack, ripping her heart
A week had passed since the Mirror Reborn and her followers left the shrine. Their banner, broken mirror over twin moons, flapped in every wind. They’d recruited outcasts and exiles from border villages; their ranks swelled with warriors once loyal to no king.But another summons echoed across the wild lands, this one darker.From the scorched fields of Volkrash, where ash rained from permanent ember skies, came two riders, black-cloaked envoys bearing an ebony scroll. They advanced upon the Mirror Reborn’s camp, where she and her companions rested in the ruins of a fire-forged fortress.Nyra sat at the campfire’s edge, twins cooing in Kaelia’s lap, Ryker sharpened his blade; Caelum inspected recruits; Selene meditated beneath broken battlements.A rider knelt before Nyra, eyes hidden beneath cowl. They presented the ebony scroll sealed by scarlet wax bearing the symbol of the Fire King: a crown of molten rock.Nyra lifted a brow. “Read it.”The rider’s voice was low and rasping. “Que
Night lingered with a violet bruise across the sky as Nyra Duskbane and her small company fled through the Wild Lands of Ebonreach. The air smelled of iron and ash ; grasses shivered with silver dew under a dying moon.Nyra rode at the front, her daughters cradled against her chest, their soft breaths warm on her shoulder. Kaelia led the twins on a second mare ; Caelum and Ryker flanked each side like sentinels of storm and ruin. Selene walked behind, cloak billowing, eyes storm-gray as distant lightning.They were fugitives now, hunted by every army they had once commanded, chased by prophecies that branded them as outcasts. Each night they pressed farther from the Citadel ; each dawn brought new dangers—bandits, elementals, warlords who demanded tribute or blood.Tonight, Nyra paused beside an obsidian shrine, pillars carved with ancient runes of warding. She dismounted, daughters in arms, and sank to her knees on jagged stones.“This shrine,” she murmured, fingertips tracing the ru
Nyra Duskbane stood at the shattered threshold of every realm’s final gate, her daughter cradled in one arm, twins held tight by Kaelia. Behind her, Ryker and Caelum knelt amid cracked cobblestones, eyes downcast. Above, the Sacrificial Moon had waned to a thin sliver, and the sky bled dawn’s first light.They had refused the prophecy’s demand and spared the Daughter of Ash. Now, the realms had spoken: Nyra was anathema, her bloodline tainted by defiance.A chorus of trumpets sounded from the heavens. Angelic wings beat in chilling unison; the Celestial Host formed ranks along the ramparts. At the Citadel’s peak, Celena the Oracle-Mistress raised her staff, its blood-red gem dull for the first time since the Sacrificial Moon began.“Queen Nyra,” she intoned, voice resonant as cracked marble; “you have shattered the covenant. By the ancient laws, you are exiled from all seven realms. Your kingdom falls; your throne is no more.”Nyra’s heart hammered. She tightened her grip on her daugh
Night draped Silver Fang Citadel in velvet darkness, but no lanterns burned. Every torch had been extinguished in reverence of the prophecy that now governed their fate. In the central courtyard, beneath the shattered bell tower, Nyra Duskbane stood alone with her daughter cradled in her arms. The twins and Ryker and Caelum watched from the battlements, hearts suspended in fragile hope.Above them, the moon carved a silver crescent into the sky, its light weak and quivering. They called it the Sacrificial Moon tonight, for an ancient oracle had whispered that only under this waning sliver could the realms be saved... or lost forever.Nyra’s daughter cooed softly, her wide silver eyes reflecting the pale lunar glow. Kaelia knelt beside her, offering gentle reassurance. Ryker rested a hand on Nyra’s shoulder; Caelum stood guard by the stair.All other souls had withdrawn, not a single sentinel remained. Even angels and wolves honored this grim vigil with silence.Nyra raised her head, v
The Citadel’s shattered bells still trembled in the dawn air when the ivory bone banners of the northern legion advanced, spectral warriors clad in furnaced steel, armor glimmering like ghost fire. Nyra Duskbane stood on the ramparts, her threefold runes dim after Mother of Ruin’s defeat, her cloak torn but her spirit unbroken. Beside her, Ryker leaned on Urhan’s broad shoulder, Caelum and Kaelia watched the children with wary eyes, and Aelion hovered in wounded grace under silver wings.“Queen Nyra,” Aelion’s voice rang like folding wings; “they answer a war chant older than the Covenant. They seek the Mistress of Ash.”Nyra’s gaze never left the legion. “They come for me... and for her,” she breathed; “the one I betrayed.”Below, the ivory legion halted. At their forefront strode a figure wreathed in living embers: Azrath, the Flamebound Prince of the Infernal Halls. His horns gleamed with molten brimstone, wings of shadow-smoke fanned behind him, and in his scarred hand he carried
Silver Fang Citadel’s gates groaned on their hinges as the dark banner of the Crimson Covenant unfurled against a sky still breaking into dawn. Nyra Duskbane stood atop the ramparts with Ryker at her side and Caelum Varis just behind, the twin daughters in Kaelia’s arms. Their battered host, angels, wolves, demon-hunters, lined the walls, hearts pounding at the sight of fresh legions.“You see them?” Ryker whispered, voice tight. “Thousands of warriors… clad in coilmail that shifts like oil.”Nyra’s gaze was fixed on the valley below. The Covenant’s war drums rolled like thunder, a warning that made even the Celestial Host flinch. “They come not for us,” she murmured, “but for the world we’ve fought to save.”Aelion hovered at her shoulder, wings folded in silent vigilance. “They march under the sign of the Obsidian Mother,” he said. “A goddess of ruin, worshipped by those who would see creation burn.”Nyra’s heart clenched. “I know that sign,” she replied, voice low. “It’s hers... my
The Citadel lay in ruin beneath the blood-red dawn. Scorched banners drooped from shattered poles; half-burned bodies lay strewn among broken siege engines. Everywhere, soldiers, angelic, lupine, human, moved like ghosts, tending wounds or dragging away the dead.Nyra Duskbane stumbled through the carnage, every step a trial. Her gown was torn, stained with Ryker’s blood; her heart pounded in her ears louder than any horn. She found him where she had last left him, half-buried under rubble near the Hall of Wings.She dropped to her knees, cradling his shattered form. His silver armor was cracked, chest caved in by Selene’s lunar blade. A macabre crown of bone shards brushed his hair.“Ryker,” Nyra whispered, voice raw; tears carved tracks of ash across her cheeks. She pressed her hands over his wound, murmuring words of healing power she could scarcely muster. “Hold on… please, hold on.”Ryker’s eyes fluttered open. Gold faded to gray as he tried to smile. “Nyra,” he rasped, “you came
The morning sun had barely broken Silver Fang Citadel’s steel gates when the horns sounded, three long blasts of war. Nyra Duskbane stood atop the eastern ramparts, her cloak torn where Seris’s dagger had caught her, and her heart hammered with fresh dread. At her side, the angel Aelion on one flank and Urhan the Beast King on the other, their combined presence was a living bulwark against the tide of Council forces amassing below.“Queen Nyra,” Aelion intoned, voice like distant thunder; “the heavens obey your will, yet the enemy outnumbers our host three to one.”Nyra’s gaze flicked across the valley where white-winged angels hovered overhead, shining spears of starfire in hand. Below them, banners of black and red, the Council’s crest, snapped in the wind. Soldiers in tarnished plate lined up in ranks that seemed endless.Ryker emerged behind her, human form restored but limp, supported by Kaelia. Wounds from the Executioner’s Yard still ran dark lines across his chest. He nodded o
The pale light of dawn had barely touched Silver Fang Citadel when chaos erupted. Nyra Duskbane’s blade clanged against thundering steel; Seris lunged with a poisoned dagger, and Thane’s staff shattered stone where it struck. Smoke and embers swirled through the courtyard as Kaelia and Ryker formed a protective ring around the infants.“Queen Nyra,” Kaelia cried, voice urgent; “they’ve broken their oath!”Ryker’s silver wolf-form shifted mid-leap; claws raked the ground as he pinned a guard to the flagstones. “Protect the children!” he snarled.Nyra parried Seris’s thrust; the councilor’s blade was coated in black venom that hissed on contact with Nyra’s armor. She twisted back, pain flaring where the metal bit her wrist.“Seris,” Nyra spat; “your treachery ends today.”Seris smiled, poison droplets glinting on her blade. “I do what must be done to save our world.”With a roar, Thane the Stonehand uprooted a fallen pillar, swinging it like a club. His booming laughter echoed as he str