Blood Of The Moon: The Queen's Forbidden Mate

The moon was full that night—an omen, the elders whispered. To the wolves, it meant strength. To the vampires, it was a reminder of betrayal. But for Queen Seraphina of the Crimson Court, it meant only one thing: war. She stood alone on the balcony of the Shadow Keep, the wind whispering through her flowing scarlet robes. Her eyes—silver like moonlight yet colder than winter frost—gazed over the darkened valley below. Fires flickered in the distance. Wolves were gathering again, restless in the northern forests. The fragile truce would not hold much longer. Seraphina turned, her long silver hair cascading behind her like liquid starlight. Her throne awaited, but she hated the cold stone that reminded her of her duty. Duty had stolen her youth, her innocence, and her heart. Until that night. “My Queen,” a guard’s voice broke the silence. “There’s been a breach along the border. We captured a werewolf—injured, unarmed.” “Kill him,” Seraphina replied coldly. “He’s the prince,” the guard added, lowering his gaze. The name brought her still. Prince Kaelen. The name carried weight, and not just political. Rumors said he was different from the others—honorable, fair, even merciful. A leader who wished for peace. Peace was a myth Seraphina stopped believing in centuries ago. But curiosity? That was harder to silence. “Bring him to the dungeon,” she said after a long pause. “I will deal with him myself.” The guard hesitated. “He’s dying, My Queen.” Her lips curved faintly. “Then let’s make sure he does so... properly.”