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Lilith was born with forbidden magic, a power feared and condemned in her village. She hid it for years, but when her secret is exposed, she is betrayed by her family and sentenced to burn. Just as the flames rise, Prince Hades of Valyron known as the "Shadow of Death" saves her, driven by curiosity.  

Hades, cursed for over three centuries, hides his torment behind cruelty. As Lilith sees past his darkness and vows to help him break the curse, their bond deepens into something undeniable. But in a world where magic is both a gift and a curse, will her light free him, or will their love lead to their destruction?

EXCERPT

Lilith barely breathed as Hades emerged from the shadows of her chamber, his presence wrapping around her like night itself. She should move. She should run. But she didn’t want to. He reached for her, his fingers trailing along her bottom lip—slow, deliberate. She shivered, not from fear, but from him.

Lilith swallowed, her pulse a traitorous drumbeat. “Please… let me touch you, Hades.”

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, but there was no humor in it. “Dangerous little thing.” His thumb lingered at the corner of her mouth, as if memorizing its shape. He whispered, tilting her chin up as his lips hovered near hers—so close she could feel his breath.

“You will destroy me, little witch,” he murmured, his voice thick with something raw. “And yet… I can’t let you go.” His gaze burned into hers as he added, “I would let you drag me to hell if that’s what you desired.”

The Cursed Demon Prince

Her knees buckled beneath her as Hades pulled her fully inside, steadying her before she could collapse. Gently, he guided her to sit on the bed before moving to close the window behind her. She sat there, still shaken by what had just happened, the vividness of the dream lingering.

It was then that a sharp pain shot up her shoulder as she tried to move. A low moan escaped her lips, catching Hades' attention. He turned from the now-secured window and made his way back to her.

"What's going on? Are you hurt?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

"My shoulder," Lilith whispered, wincing as she cradled it with her hand. "I hurt it. The bone—it's broken, but it'll take time to heal."

Hades' gaze moved from her shoulder to her face, studying her expression. "What happened to you? Why did I find you standing on the ledge, ready to throw yourself off the building?"

Angel