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#volume1:completed “Call me Gabriel Moonfire, a young alpha of the Silver Wolf Pack, sworn protectors of the human realm," he introduced himself with a voice that held a mixture of authority and weariness. "You have trespassed into Wolfdale during the full moon, disregarding the sacred laws that govern our kind. By doing so, you have placed yourself in grave danger."


"I... I didn't know," she stammered, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and remorse.

Liz stared in astonishment at the young man before her, standing tall and unashamed, completely devoid of clothing. At first glance, he was undeniably handsome, exuding an aura of reliability. The only thing that sent shivers down Liz's spine was the fact that he stood before her completely naked. 

"Um... excuse me?" Liz managed to stammer, her voice filled with a mix of uncertainty and disbelief. "Aren't you... aren't you aware that you're... uh, naked?"

The young man's lips curled into a smug smile, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, dear," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "You're on the brink of death, and yet you're concerned about my nudity?"


!!!The book cover is my personal property!!!
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#war #slowburn #conspiracy #legends #prophecy 


In the mystical forests of Silverwood, a prophecy foretold the coming of a child who would become the Alpha of all werewolf packs in the world.

This child, known as the Moonchild, was said to be the descendant of the sacred Moonlit werewolf clan.

While the Moonlit werewolves lived peacefully secluded in the forest, many other packs resided in the city, operating as powerful mafia organizations that controlled the underground world and influenced political decisions through alliances with corrupt leaders.

One fateful day, the ShadowNight pack launched a brutal attack on the Moonlit clan. They slaughtered all the males and captured the young females to be used for their twisted desires.


The cover is commission!!!
#war #conspiracy #legends #smut
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disclaimer:
- 18+ above, please be wise
- Previous story: Undressed by the Half-beast Prince
- slow burn love story
- explicit content will be cautioned at the begginingbof chapter
- the cover is commissioned

Wolfdale: Blood of The Moon

Gabriel approached Lucian's bed with the grace of a predator stalking its prey. He was silent and methodical, his keen yellow eyes scanning Lucian's form meticulously.

Gabriel's sharp eyes took in every detail. Lucian, his complexion resembling that of a corpse, lay almost lifeless. Dr. Marcus had certainly not exaggerated when describing Lucian's dire condition.

Lucian's skin had lost the vitality of the living, taking on an eerie bluish-gray hue, which contrasted starkly with the usual pallor of vampires.

Gabriel's gaze trailed down to Lucian's chest, carefully observing the shallow rise and fall of his breaths.

His fingers was pale color and cold to the touch, Gabriel checked Lucian's pulse at his wrist. The beat was weak, but it was there.

Turning his attention to the various monitors and equipment surrounding the bed, Gabriel scrutinized the data and charts with an intensity that left no room for error.

The Oath He Had Once Sworn