ECLIPSE MYTHS OF MOONRISE
Oliviana Miller was never meant to survive. what do you think about this synopsis Hunted by wolves and betrayed by blood, she should have died in the Abyss—until a boy cloaked in darkness saved her. A boy whispered of in legend. A boy feared even by kings. The most powerful being the realms have ever known. But fate is cruel. Alpha Prince Cole Nicolas Wolf desires Olivia with a fire that defies law and instinct. She is his weakness. His choice. Yet the Moon Goddess has already bound him to another—Hailey, his fated mate. Trapped in a deadly love triangle of obsession, destiny, and forbidden desire, Olivia must decide who she truly belongs to: The prince who loves her but is chained by fate… Or the boy from the who darkness whispered his name and would burn the world to keep her. ---------------------
A sharp sound of breaking glass shattered the silence.
I knew who it was.
In the dark chamber, I heard slow, deliberate footsteps approaching me—measured, unhurried. Yet I dared not turn back to face him. Fear rooted me in place.
A strong arm suddenly snaked around my waist, pulling me in.
“Let me go!” I protested, breaking free as I spun around to face him—
And froze.
My gaze met cold, burning eyes—violet, like a bloodstorm swirling with unspeakable power and… hurt.
“What are you doing here, you monster?” I cried. “I don’t want to see you!”
His pink lips curved into a deadly smile, a low chuckle slipping free.
“Why are you lau—” I began, but his voice cut through me.
“Did he kiss you?”
His tone was dark, strained, as though he was barely containing something violent.
I blinked and lowered my gaze, guilt flooding my chest.
His chuckle deepened—darker now. Dangerous.
He stepped closer.
Instinctively, I stepped back.
Again.
And again.
Until my back hit the cold wall, and there was nowhere left to go. We stood inches apart, his presence suffocating.
“Y-you…” I stuttered. “What are you doing?”
His slender fingers lifted my chin forcefully, forcing my eyes to meet his. Before I could react, he leaned in and crushed his lips against mine.
The kiss was intense—burning, possessive, filled with raw desire. It claimed me whole. I struggled, but his other hand clamped around my waist, pinning me completely, leaving no escape.
When he finally pulled away, he slowly licked his lips.
“You’re so sweet,” he murmured.
Tears streamed down my face. “You monster! How dare you!”
His gaze flickered briefly to my neck before he spoke again, voice low and dangerous.
“Little rose… he kissed you,” he said quietly. “And you let him.”
His eyes darkened.
“I kiss you,” he continued, his voice edged with something cruel and wounded, “and you cry.”