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.


9. I will rip you to shreds.

Bastard.” I had the gun to Laurent’s smug face. I did not know what I was angrier about, being seduced or having my palm knifed open.

Laurent held his hands up. “The big bad wolf is angry? Do not worry, if you so badly are in need of a kiss — “

I cocked the gun. What was wrong with me? He fucking cut my hand open and I still couldn’t help but wish he had kissed me.

He just laughed. “You will kill me?”

I slowly lowered my gun. “I can’t kill you -- yet, but I could always pistol whip the French off of you.”

He arched an eyebrow in amusement. “I would love to see that.”

“Oh, you will. Once this is all over. I will rip you to shreds. I promise you that.”

He towered over me, but if he thought that my petite frame couldn’t take his demonic ass down, he really was stupid. He sighed, again ignoring my threat and said, “Although, I would rather you smack the demon out of me instead.”

He lay back on the couch with his eyes closed. “Book two tickets to India.” He tossed his wallet on the table. “The sooner the better.”

I stared at the wallet. “And why would I do that?”

Laurent sighed. “The ritual, it is preformed by a Fire priestess in Rajasthan. We have less than two weeks until the blood moon.”

He opened his eyes. “Unless you have changed your mind?”

I glared at the stupid man before me. “You’re lying.”

He dismissively waved his hand. “Our fates are now intertwined. I want to be free, you want to be free.”

When I made no move towards the wallet, he said, “A Fire demon has no reason to lie, even a partial one as myself.” He smiled. “People lie for fear of something, I fear nothing, or because they care about something. I don’t.”

“Except for yourself.”

He smiled. “Except for myself.”

I cautiously picked up the wallet and made my way to his computer.

“I fucking hate curry,” I muttered as I searched for the earliest departures from Massachusetts to New Delhi.

Laurent replied. “And I fucking hate flying.”


He wasn’t kidding about the flying bit.

Laurent had the window seat, but I commandeered that as well. I was not about to spend a thirteen-hour flight smudged between a fire demon and a flatulent-happy gorilla of a woman. Nope, no thank you. So I did what any rational person in my position would do; I commanded Laurent to switch me seats.

He had never looked so miserable, more miserable than when he listened to me sing, and it made me oh, so very happy. I smirked as I watched him drink himself to drunken stupor.

“Wake me when we land, wolf,” he murmured as he fell asleep. I rolled my eyes. He was such a moron. I looked out the window and was enraptured by the view.

The Atlantic was vast and so very blue. I couldn’t help but imagine what it held within its depths and whether there were creatures that we did not know of – supernatural creatures inhabiting it.

What would it be like to plummet into its dark cold embrace?

I felt a sudden something land on my shoulder.

I looked over and saw that Laurent’s drunken, passed out head drooped on my shoulder.

I sighed in irritation and pushed his head off, only to have him unknowingly lay it on my shoulder again.

He was completely out of it. If only I had a sharpie; I would have drawn a fantastic twirly mustache in appreciation and celebration of his douchbaggery. 

But I didn’t have a sharpie and all I could do was stare at his sleeping face. He looked so innocent and sweet – everything he was not in his waking form. I stared at his beautiful features, while telling myself he was not so beautiful, he was just a jerk, who cared that he looked like a Greek god…

But it was all talk because I found my finger lightly tracing his dark eyebrows down to his long dark eyelashes…they were soft, like butterfly wings.

He made a small sound, furrowing his dark elegant eyebrows. Why couldn’t he remain that way all the time? So innocent and –

Suddenly, his eyes popped open and I was shocked by the intensity of his dark glare. I was caught off guard and so startled that I poked him in the eye – more like jabbed him in the eye, but hey, technicalities.

“Fuck!’” he cried and jolted away from me, putting his palm to his eye. “You crazy wolf woman! Why?”

I stared at my out stretched index finger and back at Laurent.

“Why did you poke me in the eye?”

I slowly retracted my finger. “You wanted me to wake you.”

“Yes! When we have landed.” He looked to the window with his good eye and yelled in that overly dramatic incredulous way of the French, “Are we landing in the fucking ocean? No!” 

I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

“You are insane.” Laurent took his hand off his face. I choked down a laugh; his eye was red and teary. I suppressed an urge to reach up and wipe a tear. He glared at me as if he somehow knew my secret intentions.

For such a big man and one with demon ancestry he was a serious baby. I watched as he tried to get up and escape to the bathroom, but our gorilla-woman-seat-neighbor was too enthralled in her movie to budge. He slumped back into his seat.

“I fucking hate werewolves,” he muttered.

At that I did laugh, a hysterical loud cackle. “Feeling’s mutual, buddy.”

Our gorilla neighbor snapped her irritated glare over at us and snarled, “I’m trying to enjoy my movie. Keep it down, alright?”

I glanced at the screen on the seat in front of her, curious as to what movie had so captured her attentions.

It was Twilight -- lame, stupid as shit, not even worth her annoyance over --Twilight.

I glared at the woman. I wondered what she would think of the fact that she had a fucking Fire demon and werewolf sitting beside her. I wondered would she still think super-naturals were romantic once I threw her out the plane into the ocean.

“I hate vampires,” I hissed and slammed her monitor shut, daring her as to so much as whine. She looked at me, horrified, her eyes bulging out of her head and her lips quivering. “Especially ones that walk in the day.”

"I think I'll take a nap," she whimpered.

I watched as she plopped the airplane blanket over her head.

"Yeah. You do that."

Laurent D’incendie looked over at me, slightly amused, and sighed as he settled back in his seat.

He closed his eyes and said with what could have been an almost smile, “I fucking hate vampires, too.”

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