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Moon bound Hearts: The Wolf and the Crown Prince

Moon bound Hearts: The Wolf and the Crown Prince

mapee
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In the mystical kingdom of Neverland, where ancient prophecies shape the fate of wolves and humans alike, seventeen-year-old Lyria has spent her life hiding the silver flame burning beneath her skin. Feared by her own kind and hunted by those who seek her power, she wants only one thing-freedom. But when she crosses paths with Aiden Everhart, the Crown Prince bound to a future he never chose, everything changes. A forbidden prophecy awakens, linking their destinies in ways neither understands. As danger closes in-from corrupted sorcery, twisted creatures, and the ruthless ambitions of Lady Seraphina-Lyria discovers she is more than a girl running from her past. She is the Silver Wolf. A guardian. A force that can save the realm... or destroy it. With the kingdom turning against them and the prophecy unraveling, Lyria and Aiden must face impossible trials, confront their deepest fears, and choose what kind of future they want to fight for-together. But power always comes with a cost, and the final choice may reshape Neverland forever. A tale of courage, destiny, and the bond that defies fate- perfect for fans of magical quests, royal intrigue, and epic fantasy worlds.

Mystery Fantasy
Chapter 25 DAWN OF A NEW NEVERLAND
01-09 18:29

Chapter 1 THE NIGHT OF THE RED MOON

CHAPTER 1 - THE NIGHT OF THE RED MOON

The harvest moon had always been a quiet thing in the borderlands-an orange coin hung low and wan, watched by farmers and foxes and the old women who kept the hearth fires. But the night the sky bled, the chest-deep silence of the valley broke into a sharp, electric hum. The moon over the western ridge turned a slow, impossible red, and the animals woke as if some distant bell had tolled.

Lyria felt it first in the bones of her hands. She had been kneeling by the dried well, scraping the last of the morning's roots into a woven satchel. Her breath made small ghosts in the cold air. A thread of heat slid under her skin, and she paused; fingers curled around the rough bark of the basket.

The others kept their eyes on their tasks. In the encampment, the elders muttered about omens and bad luck, while the children ran squealing between wagons, daring one another to touch the moonlit grasses. Lyria watched them with the patient, guarded look of someone who had learned the rhythms of waiting. She was not like the others-no one had let her forget that. Half-wolf, they called her in whispers. A silver shadow with a human laugh at the edge of things. The name was meant to wound, and sometimes, in the small hours, it did. Tonight, some other thing pulsed beneath the old hurts: a promise and a threat braided into one.

She rose slowly and let the hush of the field settle around her. The red moon washed the world in a darkly beautiful light, and for a moment the past and the present felt as thin as the skin of a cicada. The scent on the wind shifted-pine smoke and damp loam and something older, mineral and metallic, like the taste of lightning. Lyria's ears, more wolf than human-twitched. She turned toward the corpse of birches at the hill's crown.

That was where they said the border began: a crooked line of trees that no one crossed after dusk. Beyond them lay the old forest, the place of half-remembered stories and the land that bled into Neverland. People spoke of Neverland as a child's map-bright and impossible the old ones' eyes grew distant when they named it. "Not for the living," they would say. "Not for those who walk in two forms."

On the hill, wind came whispering through leaves, and something in the hush called to Lyria like a name. She stepped toward it without deciding to. Her feet found the hidden path, the one threaded through bracken and foxglove, and the world narrowed to the press of soil and moonlight.

She was not afraid of the woods. The forest had been her nursery; its bones had taught her when to run and when to keep still. But tonight was not the same quiet the trees usually offered. The trunks seemed to lean, curious, expectant. Shadows moved like breathing things. A sound glanced off the air ahead: the echo of horns, like a hunting call muffled by distance. Lyria flattened herself against the trunk of an old oak and watched. The red moon's light pooled in a small clearing, and there, as if the sky had split open, she felt a heat bloom inside her.

It came like a memory waking. Her heart picked up, but not with fear. The pulse that thrummed through her felt older than the campfires and older than the hills: a current that answered to the moon. She pressed her palms to her sternum and exhaled. Fur prickled along her arms, a faint silvery down looking suddenly taller beneath her sleeves. For a long breath, she was both animal and girl-wolf-boned and human-hearted, the boundary between the two thinned until it was nearly gone.

Lyria had dreamed this before. As a child, she had seen flickers of herself in ponds and in the reflection of polished metal: a silhouette with the sniff of river clay and the untamed set of ears. But this was different. This was not a dream. This was an uncoiling, a yielding of something held tight for too many winters.

She dropped to all fours with a motion that felt right, inevitable. Her hands-callused, came off the earth broad and sure, the nails sharpening like small knives. Her spine elongated, and a soft, warm weight threaded along it: a tail, feathery at the tip. Lyria's breath went ragged and then settled into a wolf's cadence, low and delicious and free. Night air filled her lungs, and she drank it like honey.

Then the fire came.

It was not the hot, destructive kind the villagers feared. It was a flame of silver light that did not burn the grass beneath her feet. It rose from her chest in a spill of brightness, like moonlight seething into form. When it touched her tongue, it tasted of clear water and iron, and when it hovered over her palms, it did not blister but hummed with resonant music without sound.

Lyria had never thought of herself as a magic-wielder. The elders' stories spoke of witches and storm-priests, not of wolf-kin who could make light. And yet the silver flame hummed like a thing she had always known how to cradle. It answered to the red moon, and in its reflection, she glimpsed more than her own face. For a moment, the flame showed a procession of images: a crown carved from bone, a bridge of living roots between two worlds, and a name she did not yet know belonged to her.

Her first instinct, irrational and immediate, was to hide. But hiding was a habit born of shame-of sharp, barbed words flung by those who feared difference. The silver flame, warm in the hollow of her hands, made new instincts. Curiosity uncoiled like a young fox. She let the light spread.

It moved like a living thing, licking along her forearms then floating outward to trace the birch trunks. Leaves lit along its trail like scattered coins. Where the flame brushed the bark, ancient runes awakened, faint and twisting, writing themselves in smoke. The runes formed a pattern that touched something inside the world beneath the world-the place that people rarely named aloud.

"By the moon," an old voice breathed.

Lyria looked up. An elder from the camp stood at the tree line, his white beard catching the red glow. His eyes were wide, and his hands-once so steady-shook with an age-soft surprise. The elders had always been able to notice the small things: a missing goat, a change in weather, a child's lie. To them, Lyria had been a curiosity, then an embarrassment. But the astonishment in the old man's face tonight was not condemnation. It was a recognition she had not been prepared to receive.

"You carry the silver," he said, not a question.

The words were like a stone dropped in a pool-ripples spreading. Lyria's tail lowered another fraction. The flame dwindled but did not go out. It hung in the air; a little moon caught in her hands.

"You know what that means?" she asked, voice rough with newly found throat.

The elder's eyes softened. "I know what the Ancestors whispered the last time the moon bled," he said. "I know the songs my mother taught me when I was a child. The Silver Flame binds, and it breaks. It calls those who walk between things. It calls the Wolf."

The name ancient and vast rolled through Lyria like a tide. "Will you-will you lock me away?" she asked, thinking of exile tales and shackles and the cold, space where love could not grow.

The elder's jaw worked. "There will be fear, child. There will be questions. But I do not think you can be chained for the shape of your magic. Not when it looks like that."

Heat and relief and a small fierce pride swirled in her chest. For a moment, Lyria allowed herself to be a creature less alone than she had been since memory began. The silver flame warmed her palms, and the red moon watched, a guardian and a herald.

"You must choose," the elder said after a breath. "You will choose how to use it. The world will not be kind to what it does not understand."

Lyria lifted her chin. The wolf in her growled a little, delighted and impatient. The girl in her, small and stubborn and aching, thought of the border that separated her people from the courts of Neverland, of the legends that told of princes and crowns and bargains sealed in shadow. Her life had been stitched together from the edges of things; maybe now the seams would become a map.

"All right," she said softly. "Then I will choose."

When the elder stepped back into the trees, the silver flame folded into her like a tide pulling home. Her wolf ears lowered, and she became Lyria once more than a rumor, more than a half-thing. The red moon kept watch as she walked back toward the camp, each breath steady, every step a promise.

Behind her, somewhere in the deeper part of the woods, a horn sounded again, clearer this time, and a presence moved like a shadow through the birches. Lyria paused and felt it, a pull as sure as the moon. She did not know whose it was. She only knew that when someone answered the call of the red moon, two hearts began to find the same rhythm.

She knelt by the well and watched the silver light sleep beneath her skin. The new thing inside her hummed with quiet power and a louder hunger: the hunger to seek what the flame had shown. She wrapped her satchel tighter and walked into the camp where whispers rose like small birds. Some names were cruel. Some were curious. But all of them were sounding a new shape of fate into being.

By dawn, the red moon would be gone. By dawn, Lyria would have to decide what to do with herself and the strange, beautiful fire that had chosen her.

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Moon bound Hearts: The Wolf and the Crown Prince
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Chapter 1 THE NIGHT OF THE RED MOON

25/11/2025

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Chapter 2 EXILED BY FIRE

25/11/2025

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Chapter 3 INTO THE ENCHANTED WOODS

25/11/2025

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Chapter 4 THE WOUNDED PRINCE

25/11/2025

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Chapter 5 A BOND IN THE SHADOWS

25/11/2025

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Chapter 6 THE PRINCE REVEALED

25/11/2025

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Chapter 7 THE FORBIDDEN GUEST

26/11/2025

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Chapter 8 THE SONG OF THE SILVER WOLF

26/11/2025

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Chapter 9 BETROTHED TO DARKNESS

26/11/2025

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Chapter 10 DANCING WITH THE PRINCE

26/11/2025

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Chapter 11 THE RISING BOND

26/11/2025

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Chapter 12 THE ENCHANTED LAKE

26/11/2025

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Chapter 13 THE WOLF WITHIN

27/11/2025

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Chapter 14 THE KING'S DECREE

27/11/2025

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Chapter 15 LOVERS ON THE RUN

27/11/2025

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Chapter 16 THE ORACLE OF NEVERLAND

27/11/2025

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Chapter 17 TRIALS OF THE MOON TEMPLE

27/11/2025

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Chapter 18 THE SORCERESS STRIKES

27/11/2025

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Chapter 19 AWAKENING OF THE SILVER FLAME

27/11/2025

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Chapter 20 A PRINCE'S VOW

27/11/2025

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Chapter 21 THE CORE OF MOONLIGHT

27/11/2025

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Chapter 22 THE GUARDIAN'S TRIAL

27/11/2025

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Chapter 23 THE COLLAPSE OF THE TEMPLE

27/11/2025

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Chapter 24 THE LAST THREADS OF PROPHECY

27/11/2025

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Chapter 25 DAWN OF A NEW NEVERLAND

27/11/2025