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In a world where witches and Lycans fight for dominance, Amara, a weak human with a hidden divine essence, unleashes a prophecy that puts her world in peril. Having lost his first mate, Lucian Blackwood controls with an iron grip. He becomes even more hateful of witches after meeting Amara, a quiet woman with enigmatic abilities. Unknown to them both, Amara is the moon goddess reincarnated, with the power to alter the course of events for all Lycans. Lucian and Amara must face their pasts and work through a perilous prophecy as dark forces, led by the cunning Darius and the evil witch Morgana, draw near. In the meantime, dark magic is used by the cunning witch Morgana to further her goals of controlling the moon goddess. Lucian, Amara, and their allies must face a web of betrayal, sacrifice, and destiny as ancient truths come to light and alliances are put to the test in order to stop the calamity that threatens to envelop their planet in darkness. This is a dangerous war between good and evil, light and darkness.
Chapter 1 The Awakening
The small village, nestled close to the edge of MoonClaw Forest, was bathed in light. Her garden served as a haven, a verdant place where she could use her hands to bring life out of nothing and find comfort. Each blossom and foliage showcased her joyful countenance and unwavering dedication. The air filled with the rich perfume of newly turned soil mixed with strong scents of lavender and jasmine.
Her sleeve obscured her wrist's ever-mysterious crescent moon symbol. Amara traced the mark with her fingers, feeling a strange remembrance of how it had come to be.
That morning, she'd woken up from a nightmare with short, ragged gasps of breath. Her dream was still there, brilliant and unsettling. She had heard stories about a forgotten prophecy associated with a figure in the moonlight. A story told to her once by one of the peasants.
Feeling something strange and warm at her wrist, she had reached it out of reflex, shocked by the dream and an unexplained terror. She touched the mark with her fingertips, a delicate design of swirls and intricate details gleaming against her pale skin, that had developed throughout the course of the night.
Though she had never seen a symbol like this before, it felt oddly familiar, and she was unable to decipher its meaning: a crescent moon entwined with a star, seemed to pulse in sync with the quickening beat of her heart.
She would never tell anyone how she obtained it, even though she knew. She had grown to see it as a part of her just as her garden.
The village where she lives was silent, but for the sound of a few birds tweeting and bushes rustling. The house she'd known her whole life. living her life without knowing who she was or having any memory of her history. Even though Amara was used to her simple life, she could never quite shake the feeling that something was missing. She might even describe herself as cheerful.
But she was overcome with an unanticipated sense of urgency today. The more disturbing vivid nightmares she had obeen experiencing included an overwhelming feeling of dread.
She felt a sudden surge of cold on her skin and looked up to see the village. The clear sky had become a strange, foreboding murky color. Dark clouds built, turning to twirl at an astonishing pace. Her heart raced when she heard the wind screaming through the woods and carrying a distant, unnerving howl with it.
The uneven ground made her feet tremble. There was a deep rumble in the earth that sounded like a beast snarling. And before she knew it, a malevolent ghost had taken over the once tranquil village, bringing with it devastation.
Dark shapes moved from the edge of the forest with unnatural accuracy and speed. These were not your typical forest cuisine; instead, they were spectral beings with bodies that twisted and writhed like fog. The figures charged, and flames flew out of many houses with a ferocity that bordered on the otherworldly.
Amara stumbled across the grass, her heart pounding with terror. Now shattered was the peaceful haven she had cherished. She ran toward the settlement, desperate to help, but the black things were too powerful.
As her house burned down, her mind was racing, trying to figure out where she could escape. She dashed to the edge of the trees, her pulse pounding. The closer they got to each other, the louder the black forms' wails. She dove into the forest, hoping that the dense vegetation would shield her from the chaos that was happening behind her.
The woodland, normally a source of comfort, felt strange and unsettling right now. The trees enveloped her, their gnarled branches reaching out like outstretched hands. The path was uneven and there was a growing feeling of being trailed. Every time she thought she had gained some distance, the black shadows seemed to draw nearer.
Amara was breathing heavily and erratically as she ran. She stumbled over rocks and roots, her mind spinning with ideas and panic. The forest itself even seemed to be trying to bewilder her by twisting and turning. The black figures were relentless, their screams echoing across the treetops.
A bright light pierced the darkness and briefly lighted her path. Amara looked forward, her heart thumping. She staggered. It looked like she was following the light as it entered the woodland. She felt a strange hope as she followed the light.
She materialized in a clearing with a massive, ancient shrine covered in moss. The temple itself was serene despite its age, and there was a palpable energy in the air. The shadows on the ground were so disconcerting that it seemed as though the shrine was pulsating with a low light.
The light grew brighter as Amara approached the temple. From the moment she walked through the door, she had the distinct feeling that she had been here before. antique items and emblems Throughout the interior of the temple, there were old relics and symbols that had become meaningless with time. A glistening crystal in the center of the space appeared to be the source of the light. It rested on a pedestal.
Amara reached out and put her fingers to the jewel. Everything around her shifted as she experienced a surge of energy. Rather than being inside the temple, she was standing in a vast, empty space. Celestial bodies danced around her, and in the distance, the familiar black forms loomed.
She saw an enormously powerful woman surrounded by celestial light. Amara found the vision to be both terrifying and beautiful, which helped her to connect with it intimately. The woman seemed menacing and powerful, her features piercing.
A powerful, spectral voice could be heard through the sight. "This is the ideal time. You will have to decide for yourself how to respond to the prophecy that will come to pass.
Amara went back to the shrine with her heart pounding, just as the image was going away. The ominous beings began to scream with increasing intensity, and you could almost feel their dreadful force. She knew she had to move immediately.
When she turned to leave, a wall of shadow blocked the entrance, trapping her inside the shrine. With a suffocating gloom, the dark creatures gradually filled the chamber as they writhed and changed shape.
Amara's mind was racing with all the things she was attempting to figure out. The stone glinted softly as she reached for it again on the pedestal. Her fingers touched the crystal, and a powerful explosion of energy appeared that tore through the shadows and cleared the way.
The silhouetted people receded, revealing the way out. Amara fled the shrine as the woods encroached on her once more. The dark shapes got closer to her, the cries growing more menacing.
As Amara darted into the forest, she experienced a sense of urgency unlike anything she had ever experienced. Everything appeared to depend on this same forest, her life, and the future of her town. Amara wanted to save what remained of her broken life and discover the truth. This did not give her much power to continue running frantically. Had she known how terrible her future would be, perhaps she would not have fled.
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