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Brewing Storm

In the seven realms of the Asirian Universe, continents and kingdoms fall under the jurisdiction of empires that control realms. Although realms have the power to interfere in the political, military, and economic policies of kingdoms and continents under their rule, certain realms live by their own rule and follow the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest. The Nar realm is one such realm where the strongest reign supreme. The sudden appearance of a spatial hole in the isolated Nar Realm brings forth a storm of destruction and chaos when dark magic users, monsters, demons, devils, werewolves, and forces of evil run amok in the seven realms. Versailles, a young woman with recurring dreams, gets pushed to the forefront of the confrontation between the two most dangerous, deadliest, evil forces of darkness when fate brings her to the side of the werewolf king Ramose and his archenemy Luke, the Supreme Elder of the Bloodsucking Clan. ____________________________________________________________________ Copyright 2021 All Rights Reserved. ------------------------------------------------------------- Follow me on my socials! Early releases on Patreon, sneak peeks on Instagram, fun activities, contests, and chats on discord. Patreon: patreon.com/Raising_Moon Discord: https://discord.gg/6kEsGuaqfg @ raising_moon#3913 Instagram: @ raising__moon Follow any of my socials to connect with me! ------------------------------------------------------------- ***Other Novels In The Storm Series*** Foreboding Storm- Ongoing Thrilling Storm- Ongoing Shrouding Storm- Coming Soon Devastating Storm- Coming Soon Chilling Storm- Coming Soon Etherealing Storm- Coming Soon Cover Edited By Family Member

Raising_Moon · Fantasia
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225 Chs

Changing and Shifting Tides

A sharp pain flashed through her chest, eliciting a gasp from her bloodless lips. But whether it was from the dream or Ramose's tight embrace, Versailles could not tell.

Her mood was ruined by the unexpected flood of images.

If only they were mere dreams...

"Ramose, Ramose, I can't breath!"

She clutched her chest and cried desperately, her eyes tearing as the pain intensified. 

"Versailles, are you okay? What's wrong?" 

Ramose anxiously gathered his mate in his arms and carried her outside. 

"Find a healer! Quickly find a healer!" He hollered to the guarding wolf pack as he dashed towards the Werewolf Camp.

The beasts of the various races camping on the outskirts of the Colosseum of Nar curiously turned upon hearing his shout.

"What's going on? Why is the Werewolf King shouting?"