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

Selene wasn't sure who moved first.

One second, she was glaring at Damien, her magic crackling like a storm. The next, she was slamming him against the ancient stone wall with a force that sent books tumbling from their shelves.

Damien's smirk was infuriating, lips still stained with her blood as he tilted his head in amusement.

"Temper, little witch," he murmured, voice silk and sin. "You enjoyed it."

She pressed her palm flat against his chest, magic surging through her fingers. The air around them hissed, the scent of burning fabric filling the space.

For the first time, she saw it—his pupils blown wide, his jaw tightening as her magic sank into his skin.

The realization sent a dark thrill through her, twisting with something far more dangerous.

Selene leaned in, her breath ghosting over his lips.

"You think you have power over me?" she whispered.

Damien's silver eyes burned. "I know I do."

The flames erupted between them, blue and furious, licking up his chest, curling around his throat. Not enough to kill. Just enough to make him feel it.

Damien's hands shot out, grabbing her wrists, his grip bruising.

Instead of shoving her away, he pulled her closer. Too close.

Selene's breath hitched as the heat between them changed.

"Is that all you've got?" he taunted.

Selene growled, pressing harder against him.

The kiss was violent, all teeth and dominance and a battle neither of them wanted to lose. Damien's hand tangled in her hair, pulling—forcing her to submit.

Selene bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood.

Damien groaned. A deep, guttural sound that sent a wicked pulse straight to her core.

His fingers tightened in her hair, yanking her head back. Fangs grazed her throat, teasing, taunting—

Instead, she wrapped her fingers around his throat and squeezed. Magic burned through her fingertips, pressing into his skin, making him feel every ounce of her power.

"Fuck," he breathed against her neck.

Then she shoved him back hard enough to crack the stone wall.

Damien laughed. A low, dark sound.

And when he looked at her, his silver eyes were pure hunger.

"This," he murmured, licking the blood from his lips, "is going to be fun."

She had no idea who had truly won.

more than she had ever expected to feel

she didn't like this feeling neither could she complain

more than words could explain an entrance she couldn't leave

though she was powerful at this moment she felt weak

Blood and fire