Successor

A newly inherited estate, three naked criminals in my library, and a portal to another realm. Sounds like the beginning of a joke, right? Nope, this is my life. I'm Sorora. A thirty-year-old author who is allergic to running, has far too many phobias, and spends more time with her head in a book than in the real world. Since my divorce, I believed my love story to be over. Turns out I was wrong. On three accounts really. Another thing I was wrong about? I mistakenly thought magical beings only existed in fiction. Ever heard of Enoza? Me neither, until three of the sexiest men I had ever laid eyes on broke into my house and saved me from my very first assassination attempt. Life's funny, isn't it? One minute you're drunkenly doing first aid on an injured wolf, and the next you're on the run from your estranged evil uncle, who killed your entire family, forced your pregnant mother into hiding, and usurped her throne. Well, I suppose it's technically my throne now.

I thought that the hardest thing I would have to face this year would be Trial Month. Gods, I was naïve. My name is Luna Moon. Don't ask me what I am, because complicated doesn't even begin to cut it. I recently found out that everything I knew to be true has been a lie. Including who I am. The goddesses and their chosen Guardians have been keeping a secret, and in the wrong hands, this secret would plunge our worlds into chaos. We are the only thing that stands in the way of the realms' greatest evil escaping his eternal prison. Scratch that, I'M the only thing standing in his way. Themis' scales have tipped. Nobody is safe. Nothing is as it seems. No one can be trusted.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined my new reality. Sure, my skills were more than enough to ensure my acceptance into the Elite Warriors, my badassery was never in question. However, I didn't expect to be told that I was a weapon, forged by the goddesses themselves, to protect the balance between darkness and light. Oh, and I certainly didn't predict the gift of six sworn guardians, six incredibly powerful, god-level-attractive, possessive guardians. The kicker? In order to become the weapon foretold, I will need to bond with each one. Sounds fun right? Well let me assure you, after only meeting four of them, they are proving to be more than I can handle, and I've not even met the final two. The fifth has been imprisoned for the past two decades, tortured by the rebel force, and the sixth, is the man he needs saving from. Will my soul ever be complete, or will I always remain The Broken Vessel?