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's hands shook as she flipped through Morgana's grimoire, but she wasn't reading the words.

She was trying to erase the memory of Damien's hands on her body. His fangs teasing her throat. The way she had leaned into his touch instead of burning him alive.

Her magic hummed with something dangerous, something she refused to name.

She needed to get out of this castle.

Before she did something reckless.

A sharp knock at the door broke her thoughts.

Selene turned, already summoning her magic, but when the door swung open, it wasn't Damien.

Selene's fingers curled into fists.

The vampire glided inside, radiating the kind of confidence that came with knowing she had already won.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Selene asked coolly.

Isolde's golden eyes flickered to the faint bruise on Selene's throat—the one Damien's grip had left.

A slow smirk curled her lips. "I see our King has been… entertaining himself."

Selene refused to react. "If you have something to say, say it."

Isolde sighed dramatically. "Damien is distracted, witch. And that makes you dangerous."

Selene arched a brow. "Is that supposed to be a threat?"

Isolde stepped closer. Too close. "No, darling. It's a warning."

Selene's magic coiled tight, ready to strike.

Selene spun just as a blade swung toward her ribs.

The dagger collided with an invisible barrier, stopping inches from her skin.

Selene staggered back, fury roaring through her veins.

Isolde lunged again, but Selene was ready.

With a flick of her wrist, flames erupted between them, forcing the vampire to leap back.

Before she could react, pain exploded through her side.

A silver dagger buried in her ribs.

A hand gripped the hilt, twisting the blade cruelly.

"Don't take it personally, little witch."

She tried to summon her magic, but the blade was cursed.

Her power flickered, struggling against the venom sinking into her veins.

Isolde crouched before her, tilting her head.

"Did you really think Damien would choose a witch over his own kind?" she murmured.

The dagger was yanked from her body, and she collapsed to the floor, blood pooling beneath her.

She barely heard Isolde's next words.

something she didn't expect it felt like a blow

no one in her kingdom dared to cross paths with her

but there .... she's was nothing...a victim to torture

something she didn't like, a feeling of disgust

even the walls around her shattered with fear and anguish

A blade between Ribs