Mayemura Special

Aria Crescent De Andrade is a teenage girl, whose life is next to perfect, until the woman whom she inferred to be her maternal aunt, revealed the shocking news of how they became family. Aria was shaken to the core and swore to exact revenge on her perpetrators. 

Henna De Andrade, Arias's guardian, had no idea who Aria was or where she was from. She took her in, only because she felt a connection to her the day she found her barely breathing, floating on a log in the river. The only distinctive feature about Aria was the crescent moon birthmark on her shoulder blade. Hence, Henna decided to put Crescent as Arias's middle name. 

Neither Henna nor Aria knew that Aria was a werewolf until they moved thousands of miles away to the West. For Aria, it was the best opportunity to protect Henna from her revenge plan. What they both did not expect is to be mated to werewolves and get sucked into the world of supernatural beings.

As aria had finally regained her memory, she knew who she was, but had no idea why her father would hurt her so badly and leave her to break to ever heal. As she discovers her powers, Arias's wolf is bloodthirsty and does not stop until all those who hurt her are brought to book.

But meeting her mate and his family plays a great role in helping ease and heal her battered soul.

A Hybrid, Battered And Broken Yet Invincible

The soft, yet insistent voice of Allay, my little boy, has abruptly interrupted my slumber. Bleary-eyed and disoriented, I stumble out of bed, following the guidance of my little boy's voice echoing through the darkened hallways of our home. There is a growing sense of dread within me as I hurry towards Harmony's room. 


As I push the door open, my heart seizes in my chest. The sight before me makes my blood run cold. The bed is empty, Harmony is nowhere to be found. Panic spreads through my veins as I desperately scan the room, searching for any sign of my beloved baby girl. 


Allay, only two years old and unable to articulate the events that had unfolded, can only call out his sister's name repeatedly, with a mixture of fear and confusion. His tiny voice breaks my heart, amplifying my urgency and desperation. 


Raw Crimson Rage