It is said, that in the beginning of the world, the Moon Goddess selected the High Moon City to be the centre of peace between all creatures of the night. Werewolves, vampires and witches, ruled by a mighty King and his graceful Queen. They ruled with honesty, and dignity. The love of the King and Queen spread to the entire world with the intention of making the peace between the night creatures last forever. However, a human named Alik, didn't want the creatures of the night to work together afraid that they would destroy the humans, he began hunting down the night creatures. One day he found the Queen in an alley caring for some poor children. He called her name, and made her look at him, as he drew his sword and stabbed her heart. As she fell down, she whispered "don't be afraid, be gentle and kind; then she closed her eyes. The moment she died, the sky went black, and the loudest most terrifying growl was heard in the entire city, it was filled with pain, and everyone young and old, human, wolf, witch or vampire, all felt the pain, down their spines. The King had lost his mate. When Alik killed the Queen, who balanced him out, all good that had ever been in the king's heart disappeared, and now only evil and anger was left. The King who was enraged began killing everything, wolfs, vampire, humans, witches in the search for the murderer of the Queen. He roamed day and night in the streets, and the blood of innocent beings was everywhere. A war burst out between all races and the lore says that the war is still going on today and will never end unless the King finds his Queen.

His Graceful Queen

“Your King? You think I am your king?” Xander asked. He knew he was related to the mad king. But after the king went mad and had killed everything and everyone, the Royalty lost its power, and everyone was on their own. When the king had died and his only child, a boy, had continued the bloodline, but it had been cursed. They were strong, and powerful but every male born from that bloodline, always a single one each generation, had gone mad at one point or another. This was the reason no one ever mentioned the Bluesilvers being related to the king, and only the purebloods ever cared. Sometimes that was an advantage, but again no one dared to mention this. Which was the reason this comment surprised Xander. “I am no-one’s king. We all know what happened to the last one. I only take care of my pack.” 


“I am sorry alpha Xander, I know you do not like this, but you are most definitely my king, and therefore we have many things to discuss.” 
