Magician & Thief
I never meant to team up with a criminal. But when the High Arcanum branded me a traitor for digging too deep into forbidden magic, the only person who didn’t try to kill me on sight was Kael Virex—the most wanted thief in the Dominion. Now we’re running through the underbelly of Atheron, hunted by spellblades and bounty hunters alike. The truth we’re chasing could unravel the empire’s lies… or get us both erased from history.My hands shook as I traced the hidden glyph beneath the archive floorboard. The air smelled of burnt parchment and iron—the scent of forbidden magic. I’d spent months decoding the lie at the heart of the Dominion, and now the truth pulsed in my palm: a shard of the Eclipse Core, whispering names of the dead.
A boot cracked against stone behind me. "You really shouldn’t have done that, magician."
I spun, heart slamming. Kael Virex stood in the shattered doorway, mask half-off, one hand gripping a bleeding wound. Not here to steal. Here to warn.
"They’re coming," he said. "And they’ll erase you this time."
The shard flared. Visions tore through me—cities burning, souls screaming, a throne of bones. And then silence. It was offering me something. Power. Revenge. Or maybe just survival.
Kael reached out. "We run now, or we die here. Your call."
King Patrick
works: 47
Daughter Of Sacrifice
I never thought it would come to this. My daughter—barely nineteen—sold her body night after night just to keep the collectors off our door. The debts weren’t hers. They were my parents’, left behind when they died drowning in medical bills. But she stepped into the fire without flinching. Now I’m staring at bank statements and silence, wondering how I failed her so completely—and what I’m willing to do to make it right.
Silk and Sparks
I never wanted to be seen. In the quiet hum of needle against fabric, I found my voice—stitch by stitch, thread by thread. But the moment Isabella Astor wore my creation into the ballroom and the crowd fell silent, I became more than a shadow in the back rooms of Fifth Avenue. And then I saw him: Alistair Finch, standing not among the elite, but apart from them, his eyes alight with something I recognized—restless brilliance. One conversation, and I knew he saw me too. Not as a servant, not as decoration. As a creator. As an equal. Now every choice pulls me between the life I’ve earned and the future I dare to imagine.
WEDNESDAY (BOOK ONE)
I never asked to be psychic. I never wanted friends. And I certainly didn’t volunteer to save Jericho from a centuries-old grudge wrapped in monster skin. But here I am—knee-deep in bloodied snow, a dead raven in my hand, and the voice of a long-dead girl whispering through my dreams. The Hyde isn’t just some beast; it’s a weapon. And someone is aiming it at Nevermore. If I don’t unravel the truth before the next attack, Enid will be next. Maybe me too.
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