Dark Moon & The Lightning Wveryn

A Novel Dark Moon & The Lightning wveryn P. S. Aryn © P.S. Arryn I like to thank, My Husband, for being such a huge support in the makings of this Novel, and being quite the inspiration. I love you very much! I also sincerely appreciate any future supporters and readers. I hope you enjoy Dark Moon & The Lightning Wveryn This Novel is for Mature Audiences. Trigger Warnings: Murder, Suicide, Gore, Peril, s****l, Emotional & Mental Abuse, and s****l Situations arise. Prologue Dearest Sister, There is so much I want to say in this letter to you, but I’m afraid there isn’t enough time. By the time you are reading this. I would be gone from this world. Just know that I do not fear death, but the loss of what’s most precious to me. I am entrusting to you my last wish which is for you to also protect what’s most precious to me when I no longer can. I know it’s not fair to leave in such an abrupt manner with such a burden to shoulder, but I know I can count on you. The following you are about to read be sure to respond accordingly… Chapter 1 Flea Magnet Nyx Flayre a Lightning Wveryn. The Grand Princess of The Winged Serpent. Home Realm: Sphere I have always been one who has had a strong sense of duty. You give me an expectation and I will not only meet it - I will go above and beyond. To call me an overachiever would be an accurate description or an OCD Perfectionist that my Older Brother, Kronos, used to oh so affectionately call me. Irritating me was his favorite pastime, and us sparring in response to his harassment became a comfortable unspoken routine. He was of course there for me in ways that an older sibling typically does when the Parents are busy. Kronos took care of me, was the advice giver, protector, gifted, role model, a prodigal warrior, play mate and everything to me. He was my Big Brother. To say that I miss him is an understatement and the translation of that statement is a gaping void that is conveniently located in my chest. The day that I lost him to the Children of the Moon because of this never ending War of quote unquote “Mythological Creatures.” I have been numb, and fueled with insatiable anger. Desperately trying to fulfill his last wish. Recollection of his letter that was attempted to be stolen from my chambers come to mind. How I had almost missed such a vital last message… I push these memories away just as quickly they had appeared. As well as my burning desire to murder the Imperial Consort and her Lady in waiting. Such putrid filth entering my quarters. At least I was able to discipline her Lady to the extent I was able too at that time. Despite what they had found in the contents of that letter. I close my eyes and breathe deeply through my nose. Blowing the air out of my mouth slowly. Clearing my mind. I begin to meditate and think over of what was and what is to come. My life has always been a fight. A mixture between outright combat in the field or the political social games in the royal court. With my Brother’s passing attempts on my life in the Palace have been escalating. It’s all so exhausting. Imagine my surprise though when I was graciously informed by a Celestial in person that the War will be ending in a truce 2 months after Kronos’ death, and inadvertently presenting the solution to my objective and the murder attempts on my life. It comes in the state of becoming the ever so fortunate bride to Alpha Ilyon Shul of the Dark Moon Pack. Multiple thoughts come with this turn of events. One of which is how excited the Alpha must be to be joined with Nyx Flayre of the Winged Serpent because not only do werewolves and dragons mesh well as a couple. I am sure his pack and all other Children of the Moon. Would be happy to spend time with an infamous Inferno Hells Fire Assassin who has killed many of their Brethren every other day of the week during missions. Not to mention the added excitement to be literally in bed with the enemy and become the breeding machine to liters of inconsequential dogs. Secondly, the loudest thought is my internal screaming of why couldn’t this be done sooner when it actually would of made a f*****g difference. Kronos isn’t here. Not to mention countless others have been lost to those soulless mutts. The only thing that makes this a valiant act on my part is that I will fulfill what Kronos has asked of me. To onlookers it’s One life for the many. Also considering that it is my duty as a “ Grand Princess” I could literally choke on those words from how much disdain I have for that title. I suppose for my kind I can take this. It’s not like I have much time anyways… I just wish that this could bring Kronos back. “My Lady?” An undetermined voice asked. Momentarily separated from my positive thoughts that will surely drive me up the wall from how cruel and annoying this all is. I looked to the direction for the speaker for this grateful intrusion. “Zyndrel Drelduin.” I said longingly. My eyes are already lingering over him. “Since when are we on a full name basis?” Zyn charmingly questioned while answering silently with his own eyes roaming over me. I stared into those green pools that one calls eyes. Zyn has always been a handsome guy. Even as children. He was handsome. At that time when I first met him I was 6 and he was 11. He became fast friends with Kronos and overtime my friend. What I always liked about him though was that out of all Kronos’ other friends. Zyn was willing to play with me, and genuinely bothered to get to know me. Now as a young man of 24 years. Standing at the stature of 6’1”. Muscular build; Rugged features with dark hair. Currently this temptation is leaning with his back against the far wall across from where I sat in my bed chamber. He had an air of comfortability. Accompanied with the mentality that he owned the place. Demons, however, tend to have that notion. “Since I am to be married to a flea magnet. Didn’t you hear?” I said with fake enthusiasm. Zyn furrowed his brows in an expression of disapproval and said, “Yes, I have heard which is why I am making preparations to go Van Gogh on both of my ears.” I chuckled at the morbidity of these so-called preparations. “Your ears are cute. Keep-’em.” I replied. I stood from my vanity. Only to then hesitate to approach him. I glanced at myself in the vanity and saw an expression of uncertainty which I can’t stand not knowing what to do. I take in the rest of my features. My brown eyes are clouded with thoughts. Mediation proving to be unhelpful as of late.I had my dark hair up in a high ponytail. With my hair being long it frames my face accented by silver hair. I had a fair ivory completion. Dressed in uniform black fitness attire. I shake away the uncertainty and think of Zyn and I. We haven’t necessarily been an official couple, but he and I are technically lovers or used to be upon the happy news of my marriage. The whole being a warrior princess and killing for a never fulfilling revenge while searching for my target did not permit for anything more as of late. By default him being a Demon they are naturally promiscuous by nature which they are only committed to their mates. Much like most creatures such as ourselves. Also it wasn’t like he and I could actually be together seriously. Even though there has been numerous times that we broached the subject of becoming mated. As a being of Fire. He and I are of the Fire Phoenix which would make he and I compatible despite us being different beings. However, His and Her Majesty would never have approved. Friends with fellow entities of Fire is ok, but being mated outside of our species is a no-no. Grant it I never would have dreamed that they would agree to a betrothal for me to a Werewolf either so shows how much I know them. They’re regard for me was never the same since Kronos’ death... Treating me more as a pawn or what I can give them. To be fair though when thinking more strategically over of how they think of me and this situation. I do understand their perspective, but I will never forgive them for acting on it. “Goddess… I know you are getting married, but I like to think that you and I would always have a place for each other.” Zyn said cooly. I took in the features of his face. He was looking hurt and worried. I smile warmly at him. “Yes we do.” I assured him. A smirk brightened his face. Zyn walks to my bedchamber door, and opens it slightly and speaks to Mira directly. “Grand Princess will not be taking any further visitors for the rest of the evening.”He informed her. “So I don’t know about you, but we have to properly say goodbye.” Zyn says seductively to me. As he shuts the door behind him. Zyn materializes in front of me and scoops me up into his arms. We greedily kiss each other. Instantly regretting clothes. Before I was too lost in our familiar embrace. My last remaining thought that I have been having since hearing about my marriage was this Alpha Ilyon Shul. Everything that I have heard about him…Is it all true? Rumors state that Ilyon was banished from the Dark Moon pack at the age of 7 by the previous Alpha. Only to be killed by that same Child at the age of 12 years old. From that day forward Ilyon has been the Alpha of that pack and has personally been leading a War in rebellion against my kind. There have been note worthy Alphas prior to him during this conflict, but he has proven to be his own class. IIyon Shul To say that I was unhappy. Would be the generalized straight to the point description of this feeling. “Ilyon? Are you sure you want to do this?” Vikyn asks with concern strewn across his face. I look at my second in command and best friend. He sits casually in the chair opposite of me in front of my desk. “It’s not a matter of ‘want’, but a ‘need’. Just keep searching for the alternatives for now.” I replied matter of factly. I lean back in my office chair with my hands behind my head. Watching my Beta mull over my response. Not that I blame him. Being betrothed to a winged snake is not my ideal, but this concerns my pack. Including all the other packs that look to us for example. I observe Vikyn who remains silent. Cursing internally at the situation no doubt. While attempting to dissect the situation which is one the qualities that I regard him for. I can count on that analytical mindset. Hopefully, he and his team can make headway and find a solution to this engagement. “Its a game of Chess, Man. Got to think 5 moves ahead.” As I continued speaking. “Perhaps, except your Future Queen is a giant lizard.” Siirist, my Uncle Whom serves as my Gamma, chimes in. I look to my third in command. Who is skimming through my bookshelf. I smirk. My Uncle has read those books numerous times. I recall him explaining that knowledge and observation of others will bring me power over others. Reconnaissance is his specialty. “Actually a Royal giant Lizard.” I corrected him shortly. “Ah, yes, She’s fancy.” Siirist recanted. “Damn straight, but don’t worry. Vikyn will be my side bitch.” I joked. Attempting to relax them. “Side b***h?” Vikyn mused. “I. Am. HUSBAND MATERIAL. Siirist can be a side bitch.” Vikyn pointed casually at Siirist. “You’re disgusting Beta Vikyn.” Siirist smirked. Not deterred by the joke at all. “It’s ok booty call will forever be your Caller ID, boo.” I winked at Vikyn. “Ok, you’re both grounded.” Siirist smiled jokingly at me. “Now, our taboo relationship dynamic aside. I need you both to prepare the Gala for our Fancy Lizard. Feel free to hire I’Kyana to handle the catering and the aesthetics. Set it up for 5 weeks out. Hire as much help she needs to work with close proximity with her to ensure that we keep in mind others' comfortability. There will be a lot of different types of creatures and beings. Security needs to be perfect. We may be in the works of a “peace treaty,” but until I actually see results. I am not settling on anything.” “Yes, Alpha.” Both replied in unison. I excused them and walked to my chess set and inspected the queen piece. The longer I inspected it the more I began to scrutinize it as if it were a manifestation of Nyx Flayre, herself. I felt my hands starting to go cold. Reports of her have been popping up in this Realm increasingly. I recalled the first mention leading to her infamy approximately a couple months ago. She and her Guards had eradicated an entire pack that claimed responsibility for the murder of the crown prince, Kronos of the winged serpent, overnight in a vengeance for her fallen Brother. Except for two which I believe is an oversight that she may be aware of already. The b***h was dangerous. Even in her ‘human’ form I have been advised that she can manifest fire. I glared at the chess piece. Recalling the accounts that I have heard of what she may or may not be capable of through additional accounts in reconnaissance afterwards. The survivor I had allowed into my territory had vague details as of the moment on the events after the death of Kronos. His death is of a particular interest to me. For it does not make any sense on the how such a pack of only 400 who have no particular specialties was able to conquer him. If it was that easy I’d have sent someone like them long ago. However, it was done it was not by honorable means and the circumstances surrounding the death have caused 400 wolves their lives. Based of what I already know of Kronos given the Title, Bahamut the Child of Lo, he essentially was the strongest Dragon of the Winged Serpent that has come into existence in a millennia. He is adored and idolized in the Sphere, and the poster child of what Snakes value. I begin to think of my only personal encounter with Kronos. Stirring different feelings with in me. All I know for sure is that I have been cheated the ultimate opportunity in combat that has been promised to me directly and prophesied. Also a understanding that I have respect for that Man. I feel my face harden as the idea that he had walked into his death willingly and the wondering of what and why? It is almost poetic and all too convenient-that I am now marrying his Sister. Unfortunately, though with what I know of her and the suspicious circumstances of his death leading to now. I may have to kill her on the spot or take her with me if she tries anything against the Celestial Order. I am the type of person I don’t care what it takes to accomplish a goal. I am the Sovereign of the Children of the Moon. An Alpha's Alpha and I am patient when it comes to my success. The more successful I am the better off my pack and nation is. This patience is what made my missions and objectives completion rate high.I felt my wolf, Araysh growl from the shadows in my mind. Consequently I felt the blood lust between us becoming heightened which is what he and I were most known for. Aside from being Death’s Shadow. I smiled at the nickname. Dragon or not. The moment that anyone caught these hands. It was over. “It’s too bad we never came across her in the ‘Before’.” Araysh said venomously. The new coined phrase ‘Before’ meaning before the peace negotiations. During the chaos. I nod, “It is. She would have been a good challenge too.” I agreed appreciatively. “Do you really think those snakes will comply with peace?” Araysh inquired. I felt him think about our Mate. The reality of losing her. Before even knowing her was starting to hit me and Araysh. I felt so bad for him… my wolf has never met his Fated Mate. Despite living multiple times. My heart wavered. I silently apologize to the Moon Goddess and to my Mate for the disrespect to my Fated Bond. Fate was not something to ignore, but here I was about to marry someone else. My thoughts darkened at the loss of what was meant to be mine. “Everybody has their place.” I place the chess piece back grimly. “For her sake she better learn hers.” I said in answer to Araysh.