STEFANIA

Thank you for trying out this book I hope you enjoy it, please read the author's note. Have you ever seen the beast flocking in the deepest part of the night? Have you heard of the evil waiting to capture and consume everything he sees? Have you seen the malignant eyes of the beast. Have you heard the yearning cry of the dark seeking me, the monster after me seeking a forbidding love, the monster is waiting to capture and consume me. The monster is my blood and is coming for me because it craves power. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is not associated with actual people, organizations, location, or incidents. Reposting, any means of copying and any form of reprint, without the authors permission, won't be tolerated. ________________________________________________________________ PREQUEL Who is she? a question craved on everyone's mind, no one knows where she is from, who she is, because—she is neither a human, werewolf or a lycan. So who is she?. She is a wild wind blowing down everything in its part—she the one no one dares stare in the eyes or see the glamour hiding behind the mask. She the girl with ghosts in her eyes. Because her eye is as white as the ashes left of the remains built by a wildfire and as lethal as death itself, her eye is also purple and radiant bringing vitality and seeking peace, filled with power and hiding determination. She has hair as white as the snow, as white as the moon shining brightly showing light to the darkness of the night. The shape of lightning is carved on the right side of her face, lightning that spikes during the rain, bringing fear to all who see it. Her world was a mess and her mind taunted, driving to the point of craziness. She has a monster plugged in her mind constantly at war caging her away from sanity. You will never understand the hell she feel inside her head. She is a Queen with neither crown not kingdom, the most powerful piece on the board. She is a Queen. Her soul is royalty.