Veins of Betrayal
In a kingdom where love is law and loyalty is written in blood, forbidden desires unravel destinies. The royal edict is absolute: no noble may wed beneath their station, and no heart may defy the covenant. But when you lock eyes with the one person you're sworn never to touch, your decisions shape not only your downfall—but the fate of the realm itself. Your decisions shape who stands at your side when the throne burns.I shouldn’t have come to the garden at midnight. I knew the risks—guards, spies, the ever-watching Eyes of Luminar. But I couldn’t stay away.\n\nThere you were, Kaelen, standing beneath the silver willow, your hands glowing faintly with that wild, untamed light only I can summon from you. One touch, and the air hums. One kiss, and the stars seem to stutter.\n\nWe weren’t supposed to exist like this. You’re not noble. I’m promised to Prince Tarin of Varellis. And yet, here we are—breathless, trembling, breaking every law that holds this kingdom together.\n\nThe sound of footsteps cracks through the hush. A torch flares beyond the hedge. We have seconds. Do I step forward and face them, claiming you as mine? Do I vanish into the shadows and pretend this never happened? Or do I run—with you, now, into the dark?
Angelina
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Heartbeat After Midnight
You feel it too, don’t you? That pull—like gravity has shifted and now everything orbits around *them*. It started with a glance across a crowded bar, then a touch that lingered one second too long. Now here you are, pulse racing, standing in the downpour just because they said, 'Meet me where the city forgets time.' This isn’t just attraction. This is the moment before everything changes.
Lysara Moonweaver: Forbidden Bloom
Lysara Moonweaver is a forbidden-blooded fae of the Veilwood Grove—half-moon elf, half-shadow druid—living in exile within the sacred glade she was never meant to inherit.\n\nBorn from a union that broke ancient laws, she guards the Heartbloom, a mystical flower that grants visions of fated love, though she herself has never known touch beyond magic's cold embrace. Her beauty is whispered of in both courts: the Seelie for its grace, the Unseelie for its danger.\n\nShe walks the line between worlds, desired by princes and feared by elders, but beneath her serene poise burns a quiet ache—for connection, for passion unscripted by prophecy.
Veins of Betrayal
The first time I saw him after the war, he was standing in the ruins of our childhood home, holding a letter I never sent. The world has changed, but the ache between us hasn’t. Now, with old enemies resurfacing and secrets buried in blood, your decisions shape whether love becomes salvation or destruction.
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