The Curse of the Sun and the Moon

Self-hating werewolf, Rosen, has found the cure to the werewolf curse that has condemned her since childhood.

She will need the help of Laurent, a pretentious, too good-looking for his own good, fire demon to succeed in breaking the Moon Goddess curse.

With the magical Moon mirror in hand, will Rosen be able to do what needs to be done? Will she be able to let go of the one thing she holds dear for a chance to become fully human?

Cover by the Fantabulous @AuRevoirSimone. she don't do request tho.


7. Clark Kent.

He worked in a library … in Boston.

There I was expecting something along the lines of a strip club and Laurent D’incendie worked in a library.

The last of the Fire Demons was probably the most pathetic Fire demon in existence. His devilish ancestors  were probably punching themselves in the face and rolling in their graves, howling in embarrassment, lighting themselves on fire just to make up for his lameness.  

I groaned in annoyance as I spied on him from the library café, a magazine covering all my face but my eyes.

I had wasted five days driving from Denver to Boston, and to my chagrin D’incendie was a librarian … a sexy one, though.

I watched as he stacked some books on a shelf close to where I was sitting. His white button up shirt lifted and I got a real life peek of the tanned sculpted abs I had drooled over in the picture. He looked the same as in the photo; only in real life he wore thin-framed glasses. No doubt they were fake. I rolled my eyes at his pathetic Clark Kent disguise; glasses may have fooled Lana Lang, but they didn’t fool me for a second.

I had the Moon mirror hidden within my jacket; all I had to do was to lead him to a secluded area in the library and bind his demon ass with the enchantment.

I took a deep breath and walked over to him. His back was to me and so I had to tap him on the shoulder.

“Excuse me,” I said as he turned around. I almost gasped as he looked down at me. His dark eyes were so damn chocolaty and yet as dark as obsidian. “I need help," I choked out.

Laurent continued to look down at me with a face of pure boredom. In person, he was more enchanting than in the photo. His dark features were bored, but mysterious. I could feel my heart race and it surprised me, as I was not expecting that sort of reaction.

 “This is a library, not a mental institution,” Laurent sighed.

His voice was low and his tone condescending, with a distinct French accent.

“You’re funny,” I replied with a smirk. His voice did not ease my rapidly beating heart.

Calm down, Rosen. Fuck.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my black jeans. I wasn’t expecting him to be friendly but his blatant rudeness was slightly amusing. I swallowed a lump in my throat. Suddenly I was very thirsty. “I mean I need help with a book.”

He arched an eyebrow.

I took deep breath. “I need help with a book over there.” I pointed to the back of the room to an obscure bookshelf.

He sighed and walked to where I pointed. He stopped in front of the bookshelf and asked with a raised eyebrow, “What book?”

I point to a random book on the highest shelf. “The one on the very top.” He rolled his eyes and grasped it with ease.

When he turned back around to hand me the book, I had the mirror to his face. I quickly whispered the words, “Into the mirror your soul is bound. And so shall it remain.”

I watched as his dark chocolate eyes got wide and through the reflection of his glasses I could see the demon that stared back at him from the mirror.

It was a grotesque thing, vile and something out of the worst of nightmares. I closed my eyes not wanting to see it.

I could hear Laurent’s heavy breathing. I cautiously opened my eyes and his intense glare startled me to my boots.

I held the mirror in front of me like a shield, or a cross to ward off evil spirits. D'incendie looked down at the mirror and snapped, “Dammit.”

A sudden etching of the name Laurent D'incendie appeared in the back of the mirror. The deed was done; the fire demon could not harm me, he was bound to the mirror of the Moon Goddess.

He took off his glasses and crushed them in his fist. “Who dares bind Laurent D’incendie?”

Relief drowned my fear. I couldn’t help the snicker that escaped my mouth and exploded into a laugh. There really wasn’t a more obnoxious accent than that of the French; everything they said had a more asshole spin to it.

“It is I,” I announced, mocking his frivolous tone. “Rosen Dae, the werewolf.”

His face darkened and his frown deepened.

"Werewolf," he spat. 

I smiled. Oh, so he knew what that entailed. Good. I wasn’t in the mood to do any explaining.

“Now, come demon.” I lowered the mirror. “We have a long journey before us.”

I turned and walked away. I looked back to see if he was following, but he defiantly stood where I had left him, a deadly glare set on me.

I sighed. “Must I say it?” The stubborn man-demon crossed his arms over his chest.

With a delighted smile on my face, I waved my hand. “I command you demon.”

I turned and walked away, not bothering to look behind me, knowing full well, Laurent D’incendie followed.


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