The Kingdom of Silent (WEREWOLF)

The Kingdom of Silent lay shrouded in mist, hidden deep within an ancient forest where the trees whispered secrets to the night. It was a land where no bird sang, no rivers roared, and no voices dared rise above a whisper. The kingdom's silence was not born of peace but of fear-fear of the wolves that ruled its shadows. For centuries, the Silent King, a werewolf bound by a curse older than memory, had presided over this eerie realm. His people feared him, revered him, and spoke of him only in hushed tones. None dared challenge his rule, for the king's wrath was swift and merciless, his golden eyes a haunting reminder of the beast that lay beneath his human facade.

Elara had always known the forest was forbidden, yet it called to her like a distant melody she could not resist. She was different from the others in the kingdom, unafraid of the stories whispered by the old. On the night of her twenty-first birthday, drawn by an unseen force, she ventured into the woods. There, beneath the glow of the crescent moon, she stumbled upon ruins-the remnants of an ancient palace, now overgrown and forgotten. It was there she encountered him, the Silent King himself, his towering form both regal and wild. He watched her with curious eyes, the beast within him stirred by her defiance. "You should not have come here," he said, his voice low and measured, each word weighted with centuries of sorrow.

But Elara did not flee. Instead, she stood her ground, her own curiosity matching his. She was not like the others-she did not shrink before him or tremble under his gaze. Intrigued, the Silent King allowed her to stay, though he did not fully understand why. As the days passed, Elara began to uncover the truth about the curse that bound the king and his kingdom to silence. The wolves were not conquerors but prisoners, their voices stolen by a sorceress who had sought revenge long ago. Elara's arrival was no accident; her lineage held the key to breaking the curse. Together, she and the Silent King would have to face the darkness that lingered in the forest's heart. But as they grew closer, the line between man and beast blurred, and Elara found herself torn between fear and love, between freedom and the allure of the kingdom that silence had claimed.