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The Shadowborn general loomed before Lillian, its jagged form pulsing with unnatural darkness. The battlefield around them faded into a distant blur—just the clang of steel, the growls of Lycans, and the monstrous screeches of the enemy filling the air. But Lillian’s focus was locked on the creature that had called her Moonborn. She tightened her grip on her dagger, but deep inside, she knew steel alone wouldn’t be enough. Something inside her had awakened, something old and dangerous. The way the Shadowborn watched her, the way they hesitated—it wasn’t just fear. It was recognition. Aedric shifted beside her, his golden eyes never leaving the general. “This isn’t just another foot soldier,” he murmured. “It’s something else.” The Shadowborn let out a low, rattling laugh. “You are only beginning to understand, Lycan King.” Then it moved. Faster than thought, faster than Lillian had seen anything move before. A blur of darkness lunged at her, claws streaking toward her thro
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The council chamber was heavy with tension. Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting long shadows over the gathered Lycans. Aedric strode to the head of the long table, his presence commanding as always, but Lillian could feel the weight of the stares on her. They were not looking at her as their queen anymore. They were looking at something else. Gregor stood with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Beside him, the other high-ranking Lycans—warriors, advisors, and elders—watched in silence. “The enemy is retreating,” Aedric announced, his voice firm. “For now.” “For now?” One of the elders, a gray-haired Lycan named Dorian, narrowed his eyes. “You think they’ll return?” Aedric nodded. “Of course they will. They didn’t come to simply test our defenses. They came for her.” All eyes turned to Lillian. She refused to shrink beneath their gazes. “They called me Moonborn,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “And they knew I had power
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Lillian barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, flashes of silver light, the battle, and the stranger’s cryptic words swirled through her mind. You are not whole. Not yet. What did that even mean? When dawn finally broke, she was already dressed, standing by the window as the first rays of sunlight painted the sky in gold and crimson. The Bloodwood awaited. A sharp knock at her door pulled her from her thoughts. “Enter,” she called. The door creaked open, revealing Aedric. He was already in his battle leathers, dark armor strapped to his broad frame. His golden eyes swept over her, assessing. “You didn’t sleep.” Lillian sighed. “Neither did you.” Aedric smirked faintly, stepping into the room. “No. Too much at stake.” He hesitated before adding, “Are you ready?” She turned from the window to face him. “I have to be.” He studied her for a moment, then nodded. “Gregor has the scouting party prepared. We ride within the hour.” Lillian took a deep b
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Silence fell over the clearing as the weight of the woman’s words settled. Lillian felt a strange pull at the mention of the Ruins of the First Moon, though she had never heard the name before. Her body tensed instinctively, as if something buried deep inside her already knew what lay beyond. Aedric’s golden eyes narrowed. “The Ruins are cursed. No Lycan who has entered has ever returned.” The silver-eyed woman met his gaze, unflinching. “Because they were not meant to.” She turned back to Lillian. “But you are.” Lillian’s pulse quickened. “Why?” The woman took a slow step toward her, lowering her voice so only she and Aedric could hear. “Because that is where the truth lies. The final piece of what you have lost.” Lillian’s breath caught. The rest of my memories. Aedric shifted beside her, his stance tense. “And what happens if we go?” The woman’s lips curled in something almost like amusement. “Then the Moonborn will no longer be just a legend.” Her gaze flicked to L
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The fire had long since burned down to embers, but Lillian remained awake, staring into the darkness. Sleep eluded her, chased away by the weight of everything she had learned. She was Moonborn. The last of a lost people. And whatever waited in the Ruins of the First Moon would determine not just her fate, but the fate of the Lycans. A shift in the wind sent a chill down her spine. The forest was never truly silent, but this stillness was unnatural. The kind that preceded a predator’s strike. A flicker of movement at the tree line caught her attention. Lillian rose to her feet, every instinct on high alert. “Who’s there?” No answer. The night air pulsed, heavy with unseen energy. Then— A shadow moved. Before she could react, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall. Cloaked in black. Eyes like liquid silver. Not the woman from before. Someone else. Someone wrong. Lillian’s pulse pounded as she took a step back. “Who are you?” The figure tilted its head, s
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Dawn broke over the Bloodwood in streaks of gold and crimson, but there was no warmth in the morning air. The Lycans moved swiftly, breaking camp with practiced efficiency. Armor was strapped on, weapons checked, and mounts prepared. Lillian stood beside Aedric at the edge of the clearing, staring into the dense forest ahead. The path to the Eclipsed Lands was treacherous, but the Ruins of the First Moon lay beyond them—and with it, the truth she had been seeking. Aedric turned to Gregor. “Are the warriors ready?” Gregor nodded. “They await your command.” His dark eyes flickered to Lillian. “If we do this, we may not return.” Lillian met his gaze, steady. “Then we don’t fail.” Aedric smirked, pride flashing in his golden eyes. “Mount up. We ride now.” The Lycans obeyed without question. Warhorses and massive direwolves were prepared for the journey ahead. Aedric swung onto his black warhorse, the beast shifting beneath him with eager energy. Lillian moved toward her own
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The Lycans moved swiftly, their warhorses and direwolves weaving through the dense Bloodwood as they followed Fenros. The great silver wolf glided ahead of them, his movements effortless, as if he were more shadow than flesh. Lillian’s mind churned with what she had seen—the memories, the name Lilliana, the war she had no recollection of. Had she truly been one of the Moonborn? And if so… why had she forgotten? Aedric rode beside her, his golden eyes flicking to her every so often. He had seen her falter, seen the way she had nearly collapsed after Fenros pulled her into that vision. And though he said nothing, she could feel his concern. Finally, he spoke. “Are you sure you can do this?” Lillian straightened, gripping the reins tighter. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”Aedric exhaled, his expression dark. “There’s always a choice, Lillian.” She turned to him, searching his face. “Would you turn back, if you could?” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. “No.” She nod
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The Shadowborn shrieked as Lillian’s power surged, the silver light radiating from her like moonfire. The mist around them recoiled, and for the first time, the dark figures faltered. Aedric’s golden eyes widened as he saw her—saw the way her entire being seemed to glow, the mark of the moon burning against her skin. This wasn’t just raw magic. This was something ancient. Something divine. Fenros stood beside her, his silver fur bristling. "Now, Moonborn. Show them who you are." Lillian didn’t fully understand what was happening, but instinct drove her forward. She raised a hand, and the light obeyed, pulsing outward like a living force. The closest Shadowborn shrieked and disintegrated, their forms unraveling into nothingness. The others hesitated—but only for a moment. Then they attacked. They came like a dark wave, shifting unnaturally, their claws reaching for her. Aedric roared, cutting through the nearest one with his sword, his movements brutal and precise. The
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Lillian stood over Selene’s lifeless body, her breath steady, her grip on the dagger unyielding. The forest was eerily silent now, the echoes of battle fading into the cold night air. Aedric reached for her, his warm fingers brushing against her wrist. “It’s done,” he murmured, his golden eyes watching her carefully. But Lillian wasn’t so sure. Selene’s last words still rang in her ears. "You think this is over? You have no idea what’s coming." A chill that had nothing to do with the night air crept down her spine. Cassian approached, wiping his blade clean. “We should burn the body,” he said. “Make sure there’s nothing left.” Lillian nodded absently, but her mind was elsewhere. Selene had always been a strategist. A woman who never moved unless the board was set in her favor. If she had been so willing to die here tonight… What had she set in motion before her end? Aedric seemed to sense her unease. He turned to Cassian. “Do it. Then return to the castle. We need to reinfo
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The forest was no longer silent. The wind carried whispers—no, not whispers. Murmurs of something unnatural.Lillian’s fingers curled into fists. Her pulse hammered against her ribs as cloaked figures emerged from the darkness. One by one, until they formed a half-circle around her, Aedric, and Cassian. Their faces were hidden beneath their hoods, but their presence reeked of something ancient, tainted. Selene stood in the center, her smirk widening. “You always thought you were the hunter, Lillian,” she purred, stepping forward. “But tell me, how does it feel to be the prey?” Aedric let out a deep, guttural growl, his massive Lycan form radiating power. Cassian’s sword gleamed under the moonlight, his stance ready for blood. But Lillian didn’t move. She studied. She calculated.Selene’s confidence wasn’t misplaced—not entirely. This wasn’t a reckless ambush. The cloaked figures weren’t ordinary mercenaries.Then, she felt it. The sharp pull of magic. Dark magic. A shadow-wield
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The dungeons of Moonveil Keep were cold, damp, and reeked of desperation. Lord Darius sat chained to the stone wall, his once-pristine garments stained with sweat and dust. His breathing was ragged, fear clinging to him like a second skin. Lillian stood before him, her expression unreadable. Aedric and Cassian flanked her, their presence as imposing as the iron bars that surrounded them. “You have one chance, Darius,” Lillian said, her voice eerily calm. “Tell me who you serve.” Darius let out a bitter laugh. “You think I’ll betray them so easily?” Aedric crouched beside him, tilting his head. “I think you already have.” Darius’s jaw clenched. “I did nothing wrong.” Lillian sighed, stepping closer. “Poisoning a noble at my feast? That was either bold or desperate. And something tells me you weren’t acting alone.” Darius looked away. “You won’t get anything from me.” Cassian smirked. “We don’t have to. You’re already crumbling.” Lillian knelt beside him, her voice lowering to
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The night of the feast arrived with an air of anticipation so thick it could be cut with a blade. The grand hall of Moonveil Keep was adorned in flickering candlelight, gold-trimmed banners, and tables overflowing with decadent dishes. The nobles were dressed in their finest silks and jewels, their laughter forced, their smiles edged with suspicion. Lillian stood at the head of the long banquet table, her gown a striking shade of midnight blue, embroidered with silver threads that shimmered like the stars. Aedric stood to her right, dressed in a dark tunic with gold accents—regal, imposing, conspicuous. He was the bait, after all. Cassian leaned against a pillar near the entrance, his keen gaze sweeping over the crowd, searching for any sign of treachery. Somewhere in this room, the traitor lurked, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Lillian raised her goblet, the room falling into hushed silence. “Tonight, we feast not only to celebrate our victory but to look forward—to
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The morning sun cast long shadows across the great hall as the council gathered. The tension was palpable, an invisible force pressing down on every noble in attendance. They had all heard the rumors—the Queen had chosen an heir. Lillian sat at the head of the council table, her expression unreadable. Aedric stood just behind her, his presence a silent warning. Cassian was positioned near the door, watching each lord and lady with the sharp gaze of a predator. She let the silence stretch before finally speaking. “Last night, I made a decision that will shape the future of this kingdom.” Whispers rippled through the room. “I have chosen an heir,” she continued, her voice calm but firm. “One who will stand beside me, should anything happen to my rule.” Lady Selene, ever composed, tilted her head. “A bold move, Your Majesty. And when will we be privileged to know who this heir is?” Lillian’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles. “At the next full moon.” Murmurs spread like wil
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The council meeting adjourned, but the weight of treachery lingered in the air like the scent of a storm before it broke. As the lords and ladies filed out, murmuring amongst themselves, Lillian remained seated at the head of the table, her fingers tapping against the wood in thought. Aedric stood beside her, his golden eyes scanning the chamber. "At least one of them knows more than they're saying." "At least one?" Lillian scoffed, shaking her head. "I'd wager half the room has secrets they'd rather die than reveal." Lord Darius lingered near the doorway, his expression unreadable. "The timing of Gavriel’s assassination is no coincidence. His death was meant to send a message—to you, and to every noble who would consider supporting your reign." Lillian exhaled slowly. "Then it's time we send a message of our own." Cassian, standing with arms crossed, furrowed his brows. "You mean retaliation?" Aedric smirked. "She means control. If we strike blindly, we risk making enemie
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The journey back to the capital was swift but tense. Lillian rode at the head of her army, flanked by Aedric and Fenros, her mind heavy with Elena’s warning. Someone close to her was plotting treachery, but until she uncovered the snake in her court, she had to tread carefully. The towering walls of Moonveil Keep came into view just as the sun began to set. The city gates groaned open, and the streets were lined with wary citizens, their faces a mix of relief and unease. News of their victory had reached them, but so had whispers of the battles yet to come. As they rode through the winding streets toward the palace, Lillian caught glimpses of nobles in the shadows, watching her return with veiled expressions. Some bowed in respect, others turned away, their loyalties still uncertain. Aedric’s voice was low as he leaned toward her. “They fear you.” Lillian kept her expression neutral. “They should.” The doors of the great hall opened, revealing the grand council awaiting her.
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The war tent fell into a charged silence after the agreement was struck. Aedric’s golden eyes burned into Gavriel, his posture tense, but he said nothing—for now. Lillian withdrew her hand, leveling Gavriel with a measured look. “You’ve secured an alliance. But know this—I will not be controlled, nor will I be used.” Gavriel’s smirk remained, but there was something sharper beneath it. “And that is precisely why I chose you.” Aedric exhaled harshly, stepping forward. “Enough.” His voice was a growl, rough from battle and barely contained fury. “We have won today, but the true war has not yet begun. House Durnath was only the first of many who will seek to challenge her claim.” His gaze flicked to Lillian, something unreadable flashing across his face. “We should return to the capital, strengthen our defenses, and prepare for what’s coming next.” Lillian nodded, her mind already moving three steps ahead. “Agreed. Fenros, oversee the wounded and ensure our dead are honored. Aedr
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The battlefield was already soaked in blood when the second army crested the hills. Their banners flapped in the wind, deep green and silver—a sigil Lillian did not immediately recognize.Aedric, still in his lycan form, growled low beside her. “This wasn’t part of Durnath’s plan. Someone else wants a piece of this war.” Lillian scanned the approaching force. They were well-disciplined, their cavalry units forming precise lines, archers ready at the flanks. Whoever they were, they were not raiders.“They’re organized,” she muttered. “They’ve been waiting for this moment.”Fenros rode up, blood splattered across his armor. “Do we fall back?” “No.” Lillian straightened. “We stand.” House Durnath’s forces were already faltering, their lines breaking beneath the fury of the lycan warriors. But if this new force joined the battle as enemies, they would be caught between two armies. She had to act now. An Unexpected Alliance? Before the newcomers could fully descend upon the battlefie
