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Arendon: The Hidden

abstract The fae created "The Veil" with a wizard's help to hide from the manbloods that were hunting them into extinction eons ago. A recent discovery leads Derya to believe that Merlath, the Sorcerer who created the veil, deceived the elves, fairies, and druids who sacrificed their lives and magic to create the magical barrier. It was never meant to be permanent and poses a threat to both Arendon and the human realm, but with Merlath missing, she needs to find the human Oracle, who might be a myth. To do this, she needs to brave the human realm without betraying herself, and she can tell no one of her suspicions because Arendon, like Rohendor (The human realm), is a melting pot at the edge of war. Not having much time before someone discovers her missing, she enters the human world to find the Oracle might be dead, but as she prepares to face her punishment for breaking the law by even crossing the veil, she finds herself saving a halfling elf. This fateful decision rips her entire world asunder when the halfling turns out to be more than an elf and inadvertently connects their fates. This princess lives in the human world under her brother's protection, and with their fates now intertwined, Derya is doomed to spend the rest of her life in Rohendor with a choice: marry the prince and be his wife or be one of his servants. The bond doesn't physically allow her to leave Bailey's side, but by accepting her fate, she can no longer pursue the truth of Merlath's deceit, or can she persuade Bailey, Andor, and Argana that the fate of both their worlds hangs in the balance? Even if she can, can they do anything about it with Merlath missing? Can she trust them, and will she? Find out what fate has in store for our young werewolf princess now that she's no longer even able to shift into her wolf.

CSDreamer1980 · Fantasi
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Derya collapsed on top of him, smirking to herself as she looked down into his sated, sleepy gaze. He may be no werewolf, but he wasn't a man that seemed to back down before a challenge. Their lips touched, and this time passion didn't enter their interaction; it was a simple, mutual thank you.

Almost too spent to move, she wanted to shift her weight off him, but his arms tightened around her, holding her in place.

And she just remained on top of him even when his arms fell away, as she took a moment to rest and recover herself, even though they were sweaty and she didn't have the strength to push the covers away.

"Andor, you can't be comfortable," she said, out of breath.

Not being entirely wolf gave her limitations she never had before, but at least it made her more like him.

He shifted just enough, so she slid off him and ended up beside him, and the motion made the covers slip off the bed, letting the chill morning air cool down their overheated bodies.