The Luna Princess: Ashes of Love
Princess Nora Durkehn, a luna princess, was born with a rare treasure buried in her soul, that could save her entire world.
But one act of mercy destroyed everything.
At eighteen, Nora freed the boy she loved from her father's prison.
That night, he led the Shadow Fang pack in an attack that killed her father, enslaved her people, and left her with nothing but ashes and rage.
Now, years later in exile, Princess Nora carries the burden of the past tragedy that left her pack in ruins and her heart scarred, symbolized by the 'ashes of love'.
But a mysterious threat emerges and Nora is forced back into her world with the determination to set things right.
But her fate entangles again as she encounters Fredwinn, a dangerously charming Alpha from the very pack that destroyed her life (The Shadow Fang Pack).
Fated had it that Fredwinn was her mate that could help save her enslaved people.
But how can she trust him when everyone she's ever loved has betrayed her?
As Nora discovers the true extent of her powers and uncovers hidden truths, she must decide: Can she trust a fated bond forged in blood and betrayal?
Will her love destroy her again like it did before?
But one thing was certain.
Nora must rekindle the 'ashes of love' within her, embrace her true power, and lead her people, even if it means sacrificing her own happiness for the greater good.
A tale of fated mates, forbidden love, and a princess rising from the ashes of despair.
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Chapter 1
Prologue
The Weight of a Silver Crown
The silence of the northern peaks was a lie. To anyone else, it was the peaceful hush of nature, but to Nora Durkehn, it was a deafening scream of everything she had lost.
She sat on a jagged rock overlooking the mist-covered valley, her fingers tracing the rough bark of a fallen pine.
At eighteen, she should have been celebrating the completion of her Wolf Awakening.
As the granddaughter of the Great Priestess, Nora had been born with a rare, ancient power–a hum in her blood that felt like starlight and healing. She was meant to be the pride of the Durkehn line, a beacon of kindness and strength for her people.
Instead, she was a ghost.
"He's a spy, Nora. The boy is a cancer in our midst," her father's voice echoed in her mind.
Jones Durkehn had been a wise Alpha, a man who treated the powerless with the same dignity as the strongest warriors. He had been strict but loving, his eyes always softening when they landed on his daughter.
Nora closed her eyes, and the memory of that night hit her like a physical blow.
"They're wrong about you...," she had whispered that night, "Go. Run before they do something they regret."
But her "mercy" had been the blade that pierced the heart of her people.
Jones had whispered to Nora in his final moments.
"Inside you, Nora... it holds the treasure. You are the only one who can save us."
She hadn't saved them. She had watched from the shadows as the enemies tore through their village.
Her pack was being led away in chains.
A low, mournful vibration hummed in Nora's chest. Her wolf, Mega-sized and silver-furred, stirred in the depths of her soul.
It was a creature so massive that no building could hold it, a titan of fur and fang that Nora now kept tightly caged.
She felt useless, a princess of ashes who had traded her people's lives for a traitor's freedom.
She looked down at her hands. They were steady, but they felt heavy with the blood of her clan.
Somewhere beyond these mountains, her people were being treated as property, living in the shadow of a hidden war she had inadvertently started.
And now, all that remained was a power she could barely control... and a war that had only just begun.
This time, she swore not make the same mistake.
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9.3
On her wedding night at The Plaza Hotel, Clara went looking for her husband.
Instead, she found him in the dimly lit parking garage, passionately pinning down her bridesmaid.
She couldn't even scream or expose them. Just hours before the ceremony, Julian had tricked her into signing away her twenty percent shares of their co-founded company, leaving her completely penniless and unable to pay her grandmother's life-saving medical bills.
Fleeing in absolute despair, a sudden hotel blackout plunged her into a second nightmare. She was dragged into a pitch-black room and brutally violated by a heavily drugged stranger.
When a shattered Clara returned to the office to audit the books and reclaim her power, Julian demoted her to a dusty desk by the trash cans.
He flaunted his mistress in the executive suite and deliberately sent Clara into a horrifying trap. He arranged for vicious clients to drug and assault her, demanding high-definition blackmail photos so he could divorce her with absolutely nothing.
"Since you want to play rough, you can service Mr. Petrocelli tonight," the thug sneered, locking the VIP room door.
Clara was pushed to the brink of hell. Why was the man she devoted three years of her life to trying to destroy her so completely? And why did the freezing cedarwood scent of the stranger who ruined her in the dark perfectly match Conrad Vance, the ruthless CEO and Julian's untouchable uncle?
Rather than let Julian win, Clara smashed a glass bottle, held the jagged edge to her own throat to force the men back, and threw herself off the second-floor balcony into the freezing night.
But the bone-crushing impact never came. A massive figure shot out from the shadows and caught her, and her brutal counterattack finally began.
9.6
On Valentine's Day, love is in the air-but so is danger.
At 30,000 feet, trainee captain Jane Harley proves she's more than just a rising pilot when she navigates a terrifying turbulence that leaves passengers shaken and lives hanging by a thread. Calm under pressurej and fiercely capable, Jane becomes the unexpected hero of Flight 423.
But while she's saving lives in the sky, fate is already setting something far more complicated in motion.
Among the passengers is the powerful and ambitious mother of Jayden-Aurelia Air's largest shareholder-whose midair health crisis is only the beginning of a chain of events. Grateful and intrigued, she sets her sights on Jane... not just as a hero, but as a future daughter-in-law.
Jayden, a grounded pilot with a sharp mind and guarded heart, has no interest in his mother's schemes-until one unexpected name changes everything.
In a world of wealth, expectations, and high-altitude emotions, two lives are about to collide.
Love, ambition, and fate take flight in Falling at 30,000 Feet.
9.1
For ten years, Ran hid in the shadows as Hollywood star Jincheng Lu's secret girlfriend and assistant, starving herself to pay for his acting classes.
On their tenth anniversary, she sat in a cheap apartment with $9.87 in her bank account, watching him slide a massive diamond ring onto a wealthy heiress's finger on live television.
When she called the number she had memorized for a decade, she only heard a cold busy tone. He had blocked her.
Despair swallowed her whole. She forced down a handful of sleeping pills with stale whiskey and died alone on the cold bathroom tiles.
His mother found her rotting body three days later, calling her a "filthy bottom-feeder" before ordering a cleanup crew to dispose of her existence like industrial waste.
Jincheng didn't even ask if she suffered. He just ordered his PR team to digitally erase her ten years of sacrifice from the internet.
"Make sure the press release is airtight. She was an unstable former assistant. She had a history of mental illness. That's it."
Until her heart stopped completely, she didn't understand. She had abandoned her status as the hidden heiress of the wealthy Qin family to build his empire from the ground up.
How could he erase every trace of her without a second thought, using her corpse as a PR shield for his perfect new life?
Opening her eyes again, the sharp smell of hospital antiseptic burned her lungs.
She hadn't just died. She had woken up in the body of a notorious, D-list reality TV influencer who shared her exact name.
Looking at her new face in the mirror, a cold smile spread across her lips. She was going to tear his perfect life apart, piece by bloody piece.
7.4
Bailey, an invisible shadow to the powerful Douglas family, stood in the freezing rain, watching City Hall. For five long years, she’d been used to being forgotten. But today, her entire world shattered as her fiancé, Jameson, walked out with another woman, Haleigh, holding their fresh marriage certificates.
Jameson scooped Haleigh into his arms, treating her like fragile glass, convinced she’d saved him from a burning car five years ago. He never knew it was Bailey who pulled him from the flames, nor that Haleigh's "sickness" had left Bailey with an ugly scar from donating bone marrow, making her a mere family blood bank.
Watching them kiss, pure nausea rose from years of blame. Bailey later found a joyous celebration for Haleigh at the manor. Her wet arrival drew only cold annoyance; Jameson gave pitying instructions before all four men rushed to Haleigh’s side when she faked a cough.
Haleigh, with a sweet smile, presented Bailey a "gift"—a velvet box. Forced to open it, a venomous Brown Recluse spider dropped onto Bailey's hand, sinking its fangs deep. As white-hot agony exploded and her vision blurred, Haleigh theatrically screamed, deliberately scraping her forehead.
The men, blind with panic for Haleigh’s minor scratch, roared at Bailey, shoved her to the floor, and rushed Haleigh to the car. Left to die alone, struggling for breath as her body shut down, Bailey knew this was the end of playing their disgusting game. She had already activated her hidden trust fund, planning to buy a remote island and disappear forever.
8.8
My husband thought I was just a docile wife, easily controlled. He didn't know I'd spent five years meticulously dismantling his life. Tonight, his world would finally crumble into dust.
For five years, I endured Jackson's entitled demands and his family's greed, silently funding their lavish life in our Beverly Hills mansion.
My illusion shattered finding his mistress Amber's lingerie in his suitcase. My attorney just severed all financial ties, making Jackson's arrogant demands hollow.
I tossed my diamond ring into the trash, summoning an industrial compactor. Jackson, his mother, and mistress watched in horror as their designer luggage, bought with my money, was crushed, turning their lavish trip into garbage.
A cold, dead smile marked my cathartic release from five years of betrayal. How could they be so blind to the woman they dismissed?
Stepping into an armored Maybach, I left them in chaos. My iPad confirmed Jackson's credit cards freezing. This wasn't just divorce; it was a calculated demolition, making their pampered lives very real.
7.3
"This... this is wrong," she stuttered, trying not to meet his eyes. "You're my stepfather. Let's forget it ever happened."
"How can I forget it happened, Nicole?" He questioned, gripping her chin. "When the image of you whimpering for more replays in my head every fucking night?"
When one night of desperation turns into Nicole ending up in bed with a nameless stranger, she's almost shocked to death when she moves in with her mother's new husband to see that the nameless stranger is her new stepfather.
Tristan Michelson has always been in control of his emotions, but he can barely control himself when he realizes the masked stripper is his new stepdaughter.