Angel_Nachi

For centuries, witches and vampires have been sworn enemies-a truth written in blood and history. Witches exist to eradicate vampires, and vampires exist to devour witches.

Selene Vatore, a cold, breathtakingly beautiful vampire, has spent her immortal life alone. She has no heart, no mercy, and no weaknesses. That is, until she meets Eloise.

Eloise D'Angelis, a brilliant and powerful witch, was raised to hate vampires. She was supposed to lead her coven into war. But when she finds herself at death's door, the last thing she expects is a vampire saving her.

Selene and Eloise were never meant to cross paths.
They were never meant to fall in love.
And they were never meant to be together.

Because their love is killing them.

Eloise grows weaker by the day, her magic unraveling. Selene feels something foreign stirring in her chest-a beating heart, the curse of mortality. Their love makes them feel alive for the first time... but it is also their slow, inescapable death.

With a war looming, a council hunting them, and time slipping through their fingers, they must make an impossible choice:

Let go of each other to survive... or hold on and perish together.

Dying for you

The night air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and impending war.

They moved in silence through the forest, shadows blending into the towering trees. Witches never fought in the open; they were creatures of the unseen, the whispered spells in the dark. But tonight, there would be no hiding.

Eloise tightened her grip on the hilt of her dagger, its silver gleam catching the moonlight. They had spent weeks preparing for this moment—warding their weapons, strengthening their spells, ensuring that every incantation was laced with enough death to tear through immortal flesh.

Ahead, General Rowan raised a hand, signaling for them to halt.

Eloise scanned the clearing ahead. The vampire outpost stood like a fortress of black stone, its spires piercing the sky like the fangs of a beast. Torches lined the perimeter, casting an eerie red glow against the darkness.

She turned to Lillian. "Are the sigils set?"

Lillian nodded, fingers still glowing from the spellwork she had etched into the earth. "They won't see us coming."

They had two objectives—eliminate the vampire scouts before they could warn the others, then burn their supply chambers to weaken them before the real war began.

Rowan's voice was a low whisper. "Move in teams. No hesitation." His gaze met Eloise's. "And remember, Selene might be here. If you see her—"

She wanted Selene dead. Not just because she was a threat, not just because she had slaughtered countless witches—but because the idea of a vampire that strong, that untouchable, made her feel something dangerously close to fear.

And Eloise never allowed herself to be afraid.

She leaned against the balcony railing of the outpost, golden eyes surveying the treetops. The wind carried the scent of magic—witches.

A slow smirk curled at her lips. They thought they could take them by surprise.

She should have cared more. Should have sounded the alarm, should have gathered her forces. But she didn't.

The war had raged for centuries, an endless cycle of death, revenge, and more death. She had lived through it, bled through it. She had lost her family to it.

Lucian's voice pulled her from her thoughts. "They're coming."

He stepped beside her, his expression alight with something close to amusement. "Aren't you going to stop them?"

Lucian laughed. "You're cruel, Selene."

She smiled, sharp and cold. "No, I'm just tired."

And yet, when she caught sight of a figure moving through the shadows—green eyes burning like wildfire, a blade glinting in the moonlight—

She had heard of Eloise. The witch prodigy, the one leading the charge against them.

The one who wanted her dead more than anyone else.

Selene's grip tightened around the hilt of her sword.

Maybe tonight wouldn't be so boring after all.

CHAPTER 3: BLOOD AND SORCERY