Aamy_V

A wolf who was known as blessed with immense power and immortality. For werewolves it was like a king a powerful creature who could make anyone on their knees. For other mythical creatures it was a danger , no one could defeat him . No one knew who it was , from where he got these powers. For other fellow beings it was blessed by moon goddess. But for someone it wasn't blessing ,it was curse . And that someone was the wolf it self . For it this powers were curse it never let him die neither let him live . And this curse had only one solution and it was true mate and it's love . But was it possible? He believed it at first but as time passed his belief in getting a mate was broken. He didn't wait for decades but for centuries but he never find one . He thought he may not have a destined mate . So he decided to find someone to love and cherish,  who will love him and never see him as different but the question is who will be that ? Sure others think him as blessing but no-one was ready to be his mate . Because no matter what at the end these powers will make him a monster,a ruthless, merciless , ferocious monster. There were people who offered him their body but no one was ready to bound with him . At the end he was alone. 

As time passed his belief in love, mate and even moon goddess faded. He become a cold person without heart . He become a fear for evils but he never hurted any innocent, he can't once he was just like them a poor soul who wanted nothing but a peaceful life but had to go through a hell.
But people says na life is full of mysteries and surprises. That's how it is for the wolf too. His life took a turn when he met with his mate after centuries of living alone and what surprised him the most was it was a human ,or was it? But no matter what it surely  brought a faith in him a faith to end this curse, a faith to be loved . But that isn't easy but still he will give his best to protect his love , his mate. But still they have to go through a lot because no one knows when danger approach you right? 

That's how  their story of ceaseless, undying love starts . A love without limit

It's Only You - A boundless saga

Before the dawn of recorded time, before the first bard sang the first saga, there was Eleria-a kingdom ruled by a werewolf clan where the shadows clung to the light as if afraid of what the darkness hid within its silent embrace. It was a kingdom etched into the very bones of the earth, ancient and immutable, its spires reaching for the heavens as if to claim dominion over the stars themselves.

In the heart of this timeless land ruled King Arion, a monarch whose life was both a blessing and a curse. To behold him was to witness the paradox of fire encased in ice; his presence commanded attention like the relentless surge of the tide against the shore. He moved with a grace that belied the weight of eternity upon his shoulders, every step a testament to the power that thrummed beneath his alabaster skin.

His eyes, a pair of frosted jewels, held the depth of endless winters and the piercing clarity that only immortality could forge. Though his touch could beckon the bloom of spring on the barren branches of winter's boughs, his heart was ensnared by a curse that rendered his affections as cold as the throne he had occupied beyond the memory of the oldest elder in Eleria.

Yet, within the confines of his frozen countenance existed the acumen of a leader whose wisdom had steered Eleria through tempests and trials untold. The people spoke of his rule as a golden age, where fairness prevailed and justice wielded a swift sword. His decrees were carved into the stone of Eleria'sgrand halls, each letter a silent witness to the harmony he upheld in a world rife with discord.

King Arion, for all the chill that enveloped his cursed soul, was beloved by his subjects. They revered him not only for the tranquility he maintained but for the prosperity that flourished under his reign. Harvests were bountiful, knowledge grew like a well-tended vine, and the arts blossomed, painting the tapestry of Elerian culture with vibrant hues.

The saga of this werewolf thus begins not with a word, but with action-the rise and fall of an immortal king's chest as he stands at the balcony of his keep, gazing out at the silhouette of his kingdom. The wind whispers secrets of a time when curses will break and hearts will thaw, and it dances through the corridors of the palace, as if yearning to breathe warmth back into the soul of its ancient ruler

Prologue- The cursed King