(FANTASY/WEREWOLF/VAMPIRE/ROMANCE)
"Do you believe we're really soulmates?" I asked, if there was anyone I could trust with this answer it would be the High Priestess of The Divine Coven, she was the most powerful supernatural being in our society.
Cressida smirked. "Do you not feel the bond, dear? The warm sense of safety he brings for you? The way his voice makes you feel? The way your body reacts when he touches you-"
"Is the answer yes or no." My father interrupted. Cressida giggled lightly. "I believe it's for Madeline to decide. Werecats don't mate the same way Werewolves do, it's a mutual decision that gets built upon and a bond doesn't occur until the mating process is complete. However, the fact she is the destined soulmate to a werewolf the residual bond felt by Alpha Renwick may very well be evident within Madelines own body already. It's not a matter of whether or not they're soulmates, it's a matter of whether or not Madeline will allow them to be." She explained.
Cats and Dogs were never meant to get along. Cats are hygienic and picky, they are intelligent and agile. And Dogs? Well they're loyal at least. The contrasting differences between species are only exaggerated when it comes to the supernatural, of which make a defining combination when paired together, and as fate would have it - it happened. Follow fate on the journey through the challenging bond made by the goddesses above for an unfortunate She-cat whose outspoken personality landed her right into the arms of her worst enemy, the Werewolf.
A long time ago, there was a planet on the surface of which a real living Heart was beating. Each of its beat gave life to many wonderful creatures, and humans were no exception. Once, during a mountain collapse, they became afraid that something might happen to the Heart, and built a fence around it. And they started arguing about who is the worthiest defender of the Heart. The fence turned into a wall, and the city rose very quickly around it. Everything that people came up with was immediately brought to life by the love of the Heart. So, they created dolls to help themselves, which significantly accelerated the construction. In the time that was freed up, people took up the war. One day they closed the Heart completely, erecting a dome over it. Miracles stopped happening, and the dolls stopped coming to life. People blamed magical creatures for this and began hunting them. And in order not to stop the construction, they began to chip off pieces of the Heart and insert them into their mechanisms. The city continued to grow. Centuries have passed. The city has propped up the sky with towers. Only fragments of the Heart remained, saturating the black smoke with its breath. Factories that produce nightmarish monsters fed on it. With their help, people continue to wage war with each other for the title of the worthiest defender of the Heart. While it is dying. This is where our story begins...
This is a translation in process. So I am open for suggestions and comments on what to improve in the flow of the text.
This is just a collection of some of the poems I’ve written over the years, about the many emotions, dreams, desires, and destinies inherent to existing in this world. I write about the many ways the world around us affects us and how we in turn affect it.
Twelve kingdoms. Twelve gods. Twelve tomes.
Once every century, a Tomekeeper from each kingdom is chosen by the gods to enact on their whims. As a new century enters and the next group is selected, the gods have something new on their mind: all-out war. While battles scar the world of Lidaesea, the Tomekeepers must discover secrets, form alliances and use the power of Incarnacy to keep the end of all creation from occurring.
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