The Last of the True Luna

Prologue-II

From that day forward:

Werewolves were eternally bound to the pull of the moon—not just any moon, but the full moon, whose silver light awakened the primal instincts sealed within their bloodline. Only during the full moon's peak could they freely roam beyond their forested lands. This restriction was not merely physical but magical, rooted in the ancient lunar bond between werewolves and the goddess Luna, their original creator. The transformation, often painful and uncontrollable in early werewolves, evolved into a sacred rite in modern times—performed in temples carved into ancient trees, where young wolves learned to honor their dual nature. Outside of the full moon, they remained in human form, their supernatural strength suppressed and only slightly stronger than humans. It was said that any werewolf who broke the moonbound law would be cursed with eternal bloodrage, a madness from which there was no return.

Vampires, the children of night, could no longer feed freely on the living. After the war, they were bound to the concept of the “Chosen Link”—a single individual, selected through ritual, to serve as their eternal source of nourishment. The Chosen Link must willingly accept the connection, creating a mutual symbiosis: the vampire received sustenance, and the human received vitality, protection, and, over time, heightened senses. This rule emerged after centuries of predatory feeding created mistrust and s*******r. The goddess Sol, once a hunter of creatures of the night, imposed this law to preserve balance. Feeding on anyone outside the bond was forbidden and considered an act of blood betrayal. Vampires who broke this vow were cast into eternal thirst, unable to feed, slowly driven mad by their hunger.

Witches—the first beings to wield magic—were stripped of their right to wage war through spells or curses. Their power, once vast and uncontrolled, became tethered to sacred oaths inscribed into their grimoire at the age of awakening. From then on, any magical act intended to harm another race would backfire onto the caster, ensuring that witches became healers, protectors, and keepers of history. Hecate herself descended and laid down the Law of Sacred Balance.

From that day forward, any witch who used their power with malicious intent—to curse, to m**m, to kill—would forfeit their soul’s alignment with the sacred flame. They would be exiled from the Circle and reborn through the Shadow Veil as a Dark Witch.

Dark Witches are not merely corrupt versions of their former selves—they are transformed entirely. Their magic, once fueled by nature and divine symbols, becomes twisted and parasitic. They draw power from pain, fear, and chaos. Their eyes blacken, their blood thickens, and their aura becomes so cursed that even the bravest of wolves will not approach. Most are banished to the outer reaches of the forest, where the veil between realms is thin, and time stands still. And thus, the existence of Dark Witches remains a solemn reminder to all magic bearers: "Power without honor is the path to damnation."

Humans, once the dominant race, were no longer allowed to purge, hunt, or persecute any member of the supernatural world. Historically, their fear of what they did not understand led to brutal campaigns—burnings, hunts, and inquisition-like purges. To ensure peace, humans were bound by the Law of Coexistence, which forbade any form of violence against werewolves, vampires, or witches. This rule was enforced through divine watchers—silent celestial beings who recorded the actions of mortals. If a human killed a supernatural creature, their bloodline would be cursed for seven generations: plagued by illness, misfortune, and madness. However, humans were not powerless—they were granted knowledge instead. The goddesses allowed them to study magic under the witches, learn rituals of protection, and take part in council decisions under the full moon, fostering understanding rather than fear.