ASHWORLD: The Luna's Legacy
THE SKY IS A CAGE. THE EARTH IS A GRAVE. SHE IS THE KEY.
In a broken, post-apocalyptic world, Dr. Evelyn Harper is the last hope of the sky-borne survivors; until she is cast down to the deadly, toxic surface below.
There, she does not find death. She finds Ren, a savage, powerful Alpha werewolf who rules the mutated survivors of the Ash.
They are enemies by birth. She is human. He is a beast. She belongs to the stars. He belongs to the ruins.
But the moment they touch, a ghost heartbeat explodes between them; a raw, inescapable psychic bond that marks her as his fated Luna.
To her people, she is a tool.To him, she is a prophecy. To each other, they are a cross-star fatal attraction too dangerous to want, too powerful to resist.
Loving him means betraying her kind. Saving her people means destroying his. But the bond between them is not just forbidden; it is ancient, hungry, and impossible to break.
She came to fix the world.He will make her rule it.
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Chapter 3
The Great Hall had never smelled like this before.
For most of her life, Evelyn Harper believed the Orbit was scentless; a sterile, instrument-tray existence. Today, that illusion was gone. The hall smelled of thousands of people. Sweat. Fear. And the faintly sweet, rotten scent of carbon dioxide building faster than the life-support grid could scrub it.
Evelyn stood among the Medical Corps, watching the crowd shift uneasily. The hall, a monument of carbon-fiber pillars and polished metal, was cracking. Overhead lights flickered, struggling under the strain of a failing power grid.
Somewhere in the upper balconies, a child coughed. A dry, rattling sound. Evelyn didn't need a scanner to know the diagnosis: hypoxia and systemic degradation. They had reached their biological limits.
On the stage below, Director Silas Vane stood waiting. His white suit gleamed, immaculate and untouched by the decay creeping through the station.
“The stars have been our sanctuary.”
His voice filled the hall, smooth and commanding. Above him, the massive observation windows showed Earth; bruised, clouded, and scarred.
“We built a world of glass to escape a world of ash,” Vane continued.
Evelyn barely heard him. His words only pulled another memory forward; a conversation in the Genetic Research Lab from that morning.
The lab had been cold enough for Evelyn’s breath to fog the holographic console. Fine grey dust settled on the chrome, dulling its shine. Evelyn stood alone, staring at a data projection that looked like a mountain range collapsing into an abyss.
“It’s not just the oxygen, is it?”
Leo’s voice broke the silence. He leaned over her shoulder, his face lit by the cold blue glow of the display.
“No,” Evelyn said quietly, her fingers pulling apart the data layers. “The oxygen shortage is mechanical. This—” she pointed to the rotating DNA strands, “is biological.”
“Telomere degradation,” she explained as Leo frowned. “Decades in artificial gravity and sterile air... we removed ourselves from Earth’s natural systems. Our DNA isn't adapting anymore. It’s unraveling.”
“You’re saying we're dying?” Leo whispered.
“The next generation will have immune systems too weak to survive even in this environment.” Evelyn tapped a hidden directory. The hologram shifted from blue to a warning red.
PROJECT CHIMERA
“They’re not studying the werewolves, Leo,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “They’re harvesting them.”
The files revealed the horrifying truth: Vane intended to graft lycanthropic genetic markers; their legendary regenerative capabilities and adaptive immunity, into the Orbiter population.
“The Eradication Initiative isn't colonization,” Evelyn said, her eyes cold. “It’s extraction. He’s going to drain them, and he’s sending me to find them.”
“…the sanctuary has become a cage.”
Vane’s voice snapped Evelyn back to the present.
“Our blood is thinning,” he declared. “Today, we begin the Eradication Initiative. We return to Earth!”
The crowd erupted in a desperate roar. People were clinging to the promise of survival, unaware of the blood price Vane intended to extract.
Vane raised a hand for silence. “Every great endeavor requires a pioneer.”
Suddenly, the Tether pulsed in Evelyn’s chest. A flash of cold wind brushed her senses. The smell of rain. Distant thunder. Ren. He was awake. He was furious.
“Step forward, Doctor Evelyn Harper.”
The hall went silent. Thousands of eyes tracked her as she walked toward the stage. With every step, her vision flickered.
For a heartbeat, the metal floor became jagged mountain rock. She saw Ren pacing beneath a darkening sky, a predator sensing a coming storm.
Evelyn reached the stage. Her heartbeat was now perfectly in sync with the rhythm pulsing in her shoulder.
Vane took her hand and raised it high. The applause was deafening, but under the roar, Vane leaned close.
“You were born for this,” he whispered, his breath smelling of mint. “I know you feel the pull of the dirt. Don’t let it slow you down.”
His grip tightened, his rings biting into her skin.
“And remember the stakes, Evelyn. If you fail to find the Alpha... your father’s respirator will be the first one we deactivate.”
Vane straightened, flashing a proud smile for the cameras. Evelyn stood frozen, a savior to her people and a weapon to her Director.
But far below, an Alpha wolf was baring his teeth at the sky, and the girl with the silver mark was finally coming home.
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8.5
Our twenty-first birthday was supposed to be the night my twin and I would never forget--the night we got our witchmarks. But something goes horribly wrong, and Angelica doesn't get hers. What should've been the best night of our lives quickly turns into one of the worst.
Soon after, things start to go wrong. Our mom, who had always loved her "little moon" (me) and her "little sun" (Angelica) equally, suddenly sides with Angelica on everything. Then, my friends start to behave oddly around me. But it gets even worse. The company we started together as sisters votes to oust me? Shocked, I go to my long--term boyfriend, Orion Locklear--the boy I have loved my whole life--for comfort, only to find him and Angelica in her room...naked.
How could she do all this to me? Not only as a sister, betraying everything we once shared....but as a powerless markless? I'm the one who got the witchmark, not her! Yet I wasn't able to stop any of this from happening. Something isn't adding up.
I refuse to sit back any longer and let her continue to ruin my life. It's time to claw my way back up to the top and reclaim everything she took from me...even if it means I have to join hands with witch-kind's historical mortal enemies: the super powerful, super rich Hunter family--yup, they used to hunt witches, and only stopped when we agreed to give up Black Magic. Oh, and of course, the guy I'm assigned to work with, Miles Hunter, has to be super hot, too. Seven Hells! Can't a girl catch a break?
7.4
BLURB
It's when you're at your lowest you find out who truly is for you and those that have been your enemy in friend's clothing the whole time.
The moment my father was executed and Piper's father elected, I realised that my so-called best friend was my greatest enemy. She took everything I had, including my mate. And my mate did absolutely nothing to help me.
Just when I thought it was all over, the Goddess pairs me once again with the Greatest Demon of all time, the Alpha King. The same man responsible for my father's death.
I care less about love, all I want is revenge. But why does my heart find it hard to understand that?
9.5
As a highborn succubus, I somehow managed to starve myself to death-thanks to my obsessive cleanliness and ridiculously picky appetite.
When I opened my eyes again, I had transmigrated into Vivian Hartwell-the long-lost "real" daughter with a tragically cursed fate.
I had barely been taken back into the Hartwell family before they forced me to attend a so-called "death matchmaking" event in Kingsford-on behalf of Natalie Hartwell, the fake heiress-to meet Damian Blackwood, the infamous "living reaper."
Rumor had it Damian was brutal and bloodthirsty-every woman who'd ever been involved with him either ended up dead or driven insane.
At the event, over a hundred socialites were trembling on their knees, silently praying they wouldn't be the one chosen.
Just as Damian let out a cold smirk and reached to pick his unlucky victim, I took a deep breath from the back of the crowd.
The scent emanating from him was a rare, potent masculine essence-something encountered perhaps once in ten millennia.
For a painfully picky succubus like me, this was nothing short of salvation.
I kicked aside the girl blocking my way, my eyes practically glowing as I threw both hands up. "Pick me! Hurry, pick me!"
7.2
She was sent to kill him.
He was the Alpha of the pack.
But when Lyra infiltrates Kael's territory to avenge her best friend, she discovers that danger isn't only in the rival packs-it's in the magnetic pull of the Alpha himself. Secrets, suspense, and a forbidden bond ignite as enemies and desire collide. Can she complete her mission without losing her heart... or will the Alpha mark her in ways she never expected?
9.8
When I woke up on the muddy bank of the freezing river, I unlocked a brutal, unfiltered preview of my actual future.
For the past six months, I had been the town's ultimate joke, chasing after a city boy who looked at me like a diseased insect. Everyone thought I jumped into the river because he rejected me.
But the nightmare didn't stop there. In the future I foresaw, my entire family was destroyed. My eldest brother was handcuffed and dragged into a squad car. My second brother died in a pool of blood on the asphalt. My parents passed away from sheer grief and humiliation, and our farm was foreclosed.
Meanwhile, Bart Hawkins—my family's sworn enemy, the boy everyone accused of pushing me, but who actually jumped in to save my life—became a billionaire tech mogul. I ended up starving to death in a damp, moldy basement, completely alone.
I finally understood that I was just a pathetic, tragic side character meant to drag my family into hell. My own sister-in-law, Felicie, had been stealing our food and money, laughing at my misery behind my back.
But right now, my mother was still alive, my brothers were safe, and the farm was ours.
When Felicie walked into my bedroom, playing the devoted sister-in-law with a bowl of clear, meatless broth while a stolen roasted chicken thigh leaked grease through her apron pocket, I didn't play along.
"What's in your pocket, Felicie?"
This time, I was going to tear that horrific future apart with my bare hands.
8.0
I bought an antique four-poster bed at Sotheby's, said to be the final resting place of a long-dead European king.
A week later, I woke up to the thick smell of blood, only to find a massive, heavily wounded man in my bed holding a forged steel sword to my throat.
He was dressed in ruined velvet and gold, bleeding out from a massive abdominal gash. When I tried to save him with modern medicine, he called it sorcery and nearly choked me to death. He destroyed my expensive appliances, treating my home like a witch's lair. I thought he was a lunatic cosplayer who broke in, until he tossed me a massive ruby ring as a down payment for my help. I looked it up online. It was the lost coronation ring of King Cain the Cruel, valued at thirty million dollars.
I was terrified of this savage who could snap my neck in an instant. I couldn't comprehend how a tyrant who had been dead for 135 years was breathing in my attic, until he lay back down on the antique mattress and literally vanished into thin air before my eyes.
The bed was a time portal.
The police would lock him in a psych ward and confiscate the priceless artifact, leaving me with nothing but bloodstained sheets and trauma.
"I can give you more wealth than you can imagine."
So, when he reappeared and offered me the lost Fabergé eggs of his fallen empire in exchange for modern shelter, I didn't call 911. I took his hand and became the 21st-century gatekeeper for a time-traveling king.