Morbius_King

Eleanor Lockwood, a woman who fled her family's werewolf legacy, finds herself thrust back into the world she desperately tried to escape. A brutal ritual names her the Alpha of the Lockwood pack, a role she never wanted. As she grapples with her newfound power and the responsibility it entails, a rebellion simmers within the pack. Agatha, a powerful Lockwood matriarch, fuels dissent, convinced the ritual was corrupted and that Eleanor is unfit to lead.

Haunted by a vision of her past – a man with her mother – Eleanor delves into the secrets of her lineage, uncovering a possible connection to a different, stronger bloodline within the Lockwoods. Meanwhile, she must prove her leadership through cunning strategy and displays of strength, both physical and mental. The trial by combat against Jacob, the black sheep, looms, but a greater threat may be lurking on the horizon.

Will Eleanor embrace her destiny and unite the fractured pack? Can she forge a new path for the Lockwoods, one that bridges the gap between human and wolf? Or will the weight of the past and the rebellion within tear the pack apart, leaving them vulnerable to unforeseen dangers?

Blood Moon — Tale of the Lycan Wolves

The cobblestone street stretched endlessly before them, shrouded in an unnatural fog that clung like a shroud. Gone were the comforting gaslights and bustling marketplace they'd grown accustomed to. In their place, an oppressive silence reigned, broken only by the ragged gasps of their breaths.

The first sign of trouble was subtle. Michael stumbled, muttering about a stray dog darting under his feet. Yet, no dog was there. Then, Jacob let out a cry, clutching his arm, swearing he'd seen a spectral hand reach out from the fog.

Eleanor felt a prickle of unease crawls up her neck. This wasn't a regular reset. It was something different, something far more insidious.

As they walked, the fog seemed to shift, morphing into familiar faces, their loved ones, their deepest regrets, their darkest fears. Each illusion played on their vulnerabilities with agonizing precision.

The Fog of Fear