LOGINSerenity, The question about him not trying to hurt Levante had lingered unanswered until a man with a long gray beard approached. He was older than Martin, yet his face held a quiet strength that made his steps deliberate and steady. He walked slowly toward me as I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window. The mansion rose tall in the center of the forest, wrapped in a thick layer of dark fog that pressed against the glass like living shadows. “My Lady,” Wizard Ivan said, stopping a few paces behind me. His black cloak brushed softly against the floor. “It is time for your magic tests.” “Magic test?” I turned sharply, my stomach tightening. “I don’t have any magic!” A faint smile touched his lips, softening the lines around his eyes. “It concerns your strength. Master believes you cannot fail your beast.” My brows drew together. “My beast? I have my werewolf.” Wizard Ivan studied me for a moment, his head tilting slightly as if noticing something new. “Did Master tell you anyt
Serenity, "This fabric will be perfect for your skin. It's so soft and cool." A young she-lycan, no older than fifteen, held up a summer dress in my exact size, her eyes bright with excitement. She was holding the dress with utmost care. I shoved another handful of rice crackers into my mouth, watching the scene unfold around me. The living room was overflowing with female servants and designers, all buzzing with energy. Jewelry, gowns, shoes, everything had been laid out before me like offerings. "Is there a more expensive one?" another she-lycan chimed in, gazing at me with open adoration. "Don't be stingy. We finally have an heir." "My Lady, would you like fresh orange juice? Or perhaps cherry ice cream?" I stayed silent, my mind spinning. What kind of twisted game is this? I had gone from being one of the most insignificant people in this world to suddenly being treated like the last hope for their entire bloodline. "What's with that long face, my niece?" Martin's deep
Levante,I knew it was her from far away. Not because of how she looked or how her beauty stood apart from every social standard. I simply knew. She had a way of standing that commanded notice, her modest clothing carrying zero provocative intent. She appeared tiny amid the world of beauty and luxury, yet she shone without any need for a glamorous display.When Lunaria told me to enjoy the weird illness until I figured it out, disappointment hit hard. The feeling was loud, thumping, and irritating to the edge of pain. I had loved watching her, catching every small change in her facial expressions, that little pout, the quiet proper distance she kept between us without making it obvious. Each time I savored it. But once those new sensations started growing inside me, I understood it would be dangerous to keep looking. My body reacted differently now. My thoughts filled with something hazardous that threatened the basic boundaries between two opposite genders. I might lose control and
Serenity The strong scent of cigarette smoke clawed at my throat the moment awareness returned. I coughed once, low and unhurried, as sleep gradually faded. The room came into focus around me, elegant and unfamiliar, heavy with dark wood and shadowed velvet. I did not recognize any of it.Even without turning, I felt a presence on my left. Something inside me stirred, an unwelcome connection to the man sitting on the couch with his legs crossed.“You have finally decided to wake up,” Martin said, his voice smooth as polished stone.A faint memory surfaced: the dark room, at least twenty Lycans circling me with open, lustful gazes. A shiver tried to run down my spine, but it died quickly. I felt fine. Better than fine. Stronger, somehow, as if whatever they had intended had only sharpened me.“Stop ignoring me, Serenity.”I turned my head slowly. Martin rose from the couch, uncrossing his legs with deliberate grace. Irritation flickered across his face, controlled and almost theatrica
Levante stood before the Moon Priestess and two additional priests who had gathered to witness the Moon Blood Oath of the Lycan General. Behind him, the royal family kept their distance despite their efforts to draw closer. His raw Lycan energy surged violently, pushing them back. Even the Lycan King, who needed to add a drop of his own blood to the moon basin, advanced with his jaw clenched tight. Every member of the royal family felt their souls straining to flee. Levante was not a man anyone dared to challenge. Meanwhile, Levante extended his right hand and pricked the tip of his ring finger with a claw. Three beads of blood fell into the moon basin filled with water that glowed in a golden hue. His expression remained dark and unyielding. Even the Moon Priestess and her priests trembled where they stood. The soldiers and guests, however, filled the arena with waves of anticipation and murmured excitement. "Please close your eyes and allow the blood to carry the weight of the
The crowd filling the main event area was so immense that even a bird would not have dared to fly overhead. All those people had gathered there specifically for the Lycan General. They waited with restless energy for his arrival.The Royal Blackthorne Family presented an image of mythical perfection, a flawless unit free of any visible disputes or cracks. Yet beneath that polished exterior, every one of them was gripped by a deep terror about a situation no outsider could resolve.Lunaria regarded Lumina with the look one might give a complete failure. Even the Lycan Queen, who had always taken pride in her daughter's magical talents, now stared at her with unmistakable disdain."What is wrong with all of you?" Lumina asked in a low, trembling voice. "I already told you. My magic does not work on him."Her words sounded defensive, but disappointment in her own shortcomings weighed heavily on her. Less than five hours had passed, and Levante was already searching for the only person th
Serenity,The impact was soul-crushing, as though someone had grabbed something precious from inside my chest and ripped it out with bare hands. The bond snapped loud enough to deafen us. Pain exploded through every vein, every nerve, every breath. It felt like my soul had been torn apart and throw
Serenity,By the time I took the subway and arrived home, my throat had swollen like a balloon. The grip around my neck had been too tight for my body to have a normal reaction anyway.My knees were still shaking from the impact, traumatizing me beyond fixing. I hurriedly grabbed my purse, searched
Levante,Two hundred years ago, when the Lycans ruled the world of Werewolves, forcing the entire earth to kneel and beg for their mercy, my grandfather, the late Lycan King, captured countless women and she-wolves to build his own harem.On a full moon night, while the Kingdom of Werewolves remain
Serenity, I had been bullied since I could remember the beginning of my life. I used to cry in my Dad's arms, asking why I had to be so heavy, so slow and so ugly. Why nobody ever acknowledged me as their friend, why I was always the one left out, always the one whispered about. But Dad used to







