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The Sleeping Dead

The Dead Luna

Aurora Stone: My family gave me their love, trust, undivided attention— everything. And when I needed them the most they snatched it all away. They left me with nothing but hollow silence. My best friend betrayed me. Hurt me. My mate rejected me. To them, I was nothing but a precious jewel— something that could make them rich and raise their status in society. But once I lost my honor, I was worthless in their eyes … just an object that belonged in the trash. After scarring my soul, they sold me to monsters who tortured me and scarred my face. With nothing left to lose, I planned the impossible: An escape from the Lycan palace. So? I killed myself and became a dead Luna. After my escape, I was planning to live in a human town and rebuild myself. No one would chase a dead Luna ever. Right? Nah! I guess I was wrong. Fate had other plans. It led me back to Sebastian King, the ruler of Velmora Kingdom. Last time, he did let me walk away. This time, he is not letting me out of his sight. But he needs to understand. I’m already dead. And dead people never come back. Now I’m Phoenix. A warrior who rose from the ashes. I don’t have a mate and I don’t belong to anyone. Sebastian King: I thought I lost her forever, but here she is, standing before me in full armor, staring boldly into my eyes. My kitten has grown into a firestorm. Now that I have found her, I won’t let her go. It’s time she remembers— she’s my mate and no one gets to claim her.
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Elves Are Sleeping Beauties

I like text-to-speech so I'm giving a shot at present tense second person writing to lean into a listener's POV. Enjoy! I use Sonia en-GB for the narrator at 1.2 or 1.5 times speed. Might want to read this part, I kind of left it out the story by making it the synopsis by accident lol. Tavern doors never close on the festive dockside. Traders, settlers, wanderers, and outlaws gather, drawn by the excitement of the New World. The air smells of smoke, salt and sweat, sails catch wind beside steam locomotives' whistles and pistons, each vessel either arriving with strange goods and stranger tales or departing with the thunderous farewells. You step aboard one of them, another spirited adventurer in the crowd, and spend months at sea from docks to coasts, continents to isles, to steam across a windless sea under an endless night sky. When sunlight hits your deck once more, it reveals the New World's waters, like pouring paint into the void. You see the distant sails in the harbour of a forested continent and cheer with the exclamations of waking passengers upon seeing the continent, name pending, no sovereigns and no laws. The landing of all those visiting from the Old World, a boiling pot of all kinds of cultures with each person's distinct flavours of friends, enemies, grudges and dreams. Without hesitation you leave it behind and vanish into the forest, wanting simply to dedicate your life to exploring the interior of the continent. How surprising is it when you found that the elves are all sleeping beauties! Capture them all! Hahahahahahahaha!
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