Aenni

Book 1(1-12) completed 
For centuries, witches and vampires have been bound by a blood-soaked feud, each side sworn to destroy the other. But when Selene Moreau, a powerful witch from an exiled bloodline, is captured by the ruthless vampire king, Damien Valcourt, their fates become entwined in a way neither could have foreseen.

Selene is no ordinary witch—her magic is rumored to be the key to breaking an ancient curse that weakens Damien’s kind. Instead of killing her, he offers her a dangerous deal: if she helps him unravel the spell that keeps vampires bound to the darkness, he will spare her coven.

But as Selene spends time within the vampire court, she begins to realize that everything she’s been taught about their kind is a lie. Worse still, she finds herself drawn to Damien—his cold cruelty masking a tragic past, his touch igniting a forbidden fire within her.

As enemies plot against them from the shadows and the fragile peace between their worlds begins to crack, Selene and Damien must decide: betray their people for love, or destroy each other before destiny does it for them.

A kiss of midnight and Ash

The words on the page blurred as Selene's mind wandered. She had been studying Morgana's grimoire for hours, searching for the secret buried in its cursed pages.

A curse that had bound the vampires to darkness.

A curse she wasn't sure she wanted to break.

She exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. The book's magic rejected her touch, its energy coiling back like a serpent ready to strike.

Damien's voice slid over her like velvet and steel, pulling her attention from the text.

He leaned against the edge of the table, too close, his silver eyes watching her with a mixture of amusement and something darker.

"Must you hover?" Selene muttered, unwilling to admit the way his presence made her pulse unsteady.

Damien smirked. "Must you be so difficult?"

She met his gaze, defiant. "It's a specialty of mine."

His hand lifted, and before she could react, his fingers traced the edge of her jaw.

A slow, deliberate touch. Testing. Teasing.

His skin was cool, yet where he touched, her body burned.

Magic flared between them, a pull neither of them fully understood. The room seemed smaller, the space between them a fragile thread on the verge of snapping.

"Your magic doesn't fight me," Damien murmured. "Why is that?"

Selene swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat curling in her stomach. "Maybe it's waiting for the right moment to strike."

He chuckled—a dark, knowing sound. "Is that what you tell yourself?"

She hated how easily he got under her skin, how the air itself seemed to shift when he was near.

Damien lifted her wrist. His lips brushed against her pulse.

It wasn't a kiss. Not really. But it might as well have been.

Heat licked up her spine. A shiver ran through her, though she refused to step back.

"You keep testing me," she whispered.

Damien's lips hovered over her skin, the barest space between them.

"Because you're resisting something that's already yours."

Selene's magic crackled in warning. A warning neither of them heeded.

Damien lifted his gaze to hers, his silver eyes dark and unreadable.

It wasn't deep—just enough for his fangs to pierce the delicate skin of her wrist. A sharp, brief sting—followed by something far, far more dangerous.

Selene gasped, her magic surging wildly. The candles in the room flickered, the air itself humming with power.

Damien's grip tightened, holding her still as he took a slow, deliberate taste.

She should have burned him alive.

Instead, she felt her body betray her, the sharp sting melting into something hot, intoxicating.

He pulled away just as quickly, licking the stray drop of crimson from his lips.

Selene stared at him, breathless.

Damien smirked, as if he could feel the war waging inside her.

"You taste like magic," he murmured. "And something else."

Selene's heart slammed against her ribs.

"You—" She cut herself off, rage and something far more dangerous swirling inside her.

Damien stepped back, as if satisfied. As if victorious.

"Careful, little witch," he murmured, voice a dark promise. "The more you resist, the sweeter your surrender will be."

Selene's fingers curled into fists.

She could still feel his mouth on her skin.

The taste of power