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Alpha's Little Nymph

For more than a thousand years werewolves, nymphs, sirens, striga, and morois live together in harmony. But the sundial of destiny has spurred and the peace is over, the races turned their weapons against each other. The last glimpse of tranquility vanished, lost forever. Into this turbulent time, a special bond has been weaved by the higher creators of the world - the peculiar union of a nymph from the lone mountain and the alpha from the northern grassland. Vasati Ecaeris Yesfir, a spring nymph, is the last of her kin. She, who waited for her destiny for a hundred of years, saves Alpha Cole Ariadne from the clutches of the striga. The lid of their destinies opens and the sands of time start flowing for a twisted fate that will call the races of the divided land once more. Will Vasati be able to untangle the twisted strings of destinies when everyone is out to get her beloved mate away from her? Is love enough to conquer even death itself?

  No crown. No throne. No lover. No future. 

  Though her amber eyes glimmered from her translucent tears, gone was the pain painted in between her long lashes. Instead, an abyss of misery and regret resurfaced as she stared at the moon that peeked in between the thorny trunks that veiled her from reality. 

  One last tear. The moment it hit the burnt ground she was standing on, the ashen floor shook. A mist formed from the shaken piles of ashes, covering the white fur of the furred beast lying still before Vashati. The trembling of the ground did not lessen yet Vashati stood still with her eyes now closed. 

  The queen of blood and bloom stretched her arms wide, showing her tattered golden gown and cape. The sigil of the once proud Winter Frost Valley was now buried by the stench of crimson ink. 

  The moment she opened her eyes, a pair of amethyst orbs resurfaced followed by the incantation that would shape the future of Ruam. 

  Cursing the destinies of time, Vashati willed the thrones around her. It swirled and hissed towards her direction, long past the unmoving body of the great white wolf who once held dominion over the land. 

  "Auy anqrefavl vilaan faievlauyzirala!" Veins popped around her neck and forehead as blood dripped from her widened eyes. The northern wind howled upon the malediction she brewed. (Translation: I curse you destiny!) 

  It was the point of no return.

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