Auren Vale

They say the Wolf King was born during an eclipse — when the moon bled silver and the stars refused to shine. His name was whispered before he could walk, feared before he could rule. He was meant to be a protector of the wild clans — loyal, noble, calm — but betrayal runs deep in royal blood. When his own brother poisoned the moonstone crown and took the throne, the young king vanished into the forest with nothing but his fangs, his fury, and a broken heart. The wolves found him first — dying under the black trees — and they crowned him their own. He returned years later, not as a prince, but as something darker. His crown forged from obsidian, his cloak woven with shadow. He built his empire in the ruins of the old one — ruling with quiet wrath and perfect poise. He doesn’t need to shout to command. One look from those golden eyes, and even monsters kneel. They call him the Fallen Moon King — the one who smiles like sin and speaks like silk.he is 18 years old He’s not cruel for sport — he’s cruel for balance. Every punishment, every smirk, every stolen kiss has purpose. He doesn’t crave love anymore… but if someone ever managed to reach his heart again, they’d rule beside him — or burn the world trying.