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.


1. I'm a werewolf.

I’m a werewolf and I fucking hate it.

I have been a werewolf for sixteen of my twenty years. So pretty much my whole life has been one gigantic shit hole. Jack, my guardian has been one for much longer, his life an even bigger shittery.

I guess I should be an expert on all things “were”, being that my life has been nothing more than bounty hunting with Jack and trying not to eat people as a werewolf, but I’m no expert. To be honest I know diddly about werewolves.

Sure, once a month I turn into a raging hormonal bitch but then that time of month comes and I literally turn into a raging hormonal bitch.

I can’t think of any other creatures with a more miserable existence than werewolves…oh wait, yeah. Vampires.

Vampires have been romanticized so far up the ass that the only vampire I feel that has any credibility is the Count from Sesame Street. Why do people find vampires romantic? They can’t even go out in the sun, so no lovely picnic for you and Dracula. 

And of course they’re obsessed with blood, it’s their food. What is so sensual about that? We’ve all tasted blood. You accidentally cut yourself and then lick the blood away. Delicious? No. Just that small taste is disgusting and coppery. Imagine that being your only sustenance for the rest of your immortal life.

Imagine watching someone pig out on that overflowing infant sized burrito filled with all the heavenly things burritos are filled with; watch as that person bites into that piece of food heaven and watch as they barbarically chew the meat and beans and guacamole. Watch, because that’s all you can do, because your ass is dead and you can’t taste shit. All you can do is make do with drinking their blood.

It’s no wonder vamps are so savage. I’d be pissed off too if I had to go through that nonsense for eternity, or until someone gratefully drove a stake through my heart and ended my miserable existence.

Being a vampire sucks and that pun is absolutely intended, but being a werewolf is a close second; I might even say it’s worse.

What is absolutely horrible about being a werewolf is how tantalizingly close it is to be a normal person, how close one is to being human.

Sure, ninety percent of the time I may be ‘normal’, eating all the food I want, but it’s that ten percent where I am nothing more than a monster… and it’s that ten percent that fucks everything over.

So, it is no surprise that when Jack revealed to me that he had finally found the cure for the werewolf curse, the cure we had spent ten years searching for, I felt a glimmer of hope breathe -- a hope that I had all but extinguished.

But it might come as surprise as to why I stabbed him after he told me. I stabbed the man who raised me and taught me how to deal with my 'werewolfish-ness', the man who cared for me from the age of four, the man who was like a father to me.

It might come as a surprise as to why I smiled as I watched him fall and bleed out in front of me. 

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