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Prologue: The Bloodline of Night
They say the moon is a silent witness the world’s secrets.
They are wrong.
The moon does not merely watch. It hungers. It remembers. And for a thousand years, it poured its wild, forbidden magic into a single, extraordinary lineage—the Lunatic Witches. Daughters of tempest and tide, keepers of silver fire, wielders of storms born from heartbreak.
The world feared them, so the world hunted them. They put their sanctuaries to the torch and erased their names from the histories, convinced they had extinguished the lunar bloodline forever.
They thought the fire was out.
They were wrong about that, too.
Deep in the quiet village of Oakhaven, buried beneath seventeen years of dark lies, iron locks, and salt lines, a dormant spark burns in the dark.
The veil is thinning.
The spell is dying.
And when the tide finally breaks, the night will reclaim its queen.
