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

Eloise sat motionless in the coven's grand hall, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across the stone walls. The stench of burnt sage and blood still clung to her skin, a reminder of the brutal battle she had barely escaped.

But she wasn't thinking about the war.

His lifeless body—limbs slack, eyes empty, blood pooling beneath him.

Her hands curled into fists on her lap. She had tried to take him. Tried to save what was left of him. But the spell had pulled the others away, leaving her behind in her grief.

"Eloise," Lillian's voice was soft, cautious. A hand settled on her shoulder, but she barely felt it.

"I should have saved him," Eloise whispered, staring blankly ahead.

Lillian sighed, kneeling beside her. "It wasn't your fault."

"Wasn't it?" Her voice cracked. She turned, her green eyes burning. "I was there, Lillian! I saw Kastiel kill him, and I—" She sucked in a sharp breath, her chest heaving. "I did nothing."

You almost died trying to take his body.

Because it didn't matter. Roland was dead.

Lillian's fingers tightened around Eloise's hand. "We'll make them pay."

Eloise exhaled, shaking her head. Vengeance? Was that all there was left?

Her hatred for vampires ran deep in her blood, passed down through generations of witches who had suffered at their hands.

The memory struck her like a curse. The arrow. The flash of movement. The golden eyes that met hers just before disappearing into the shadows.

She should have told the others. Should have spoken of the impossible betrayal that had taken place on that battlefield.

Selene was a monster, a ruthless killer who wanted every witch dead.

She tightened her grip on her dress, her mind in chaos.

If the coven found out, they'd demand answers—answers she didn't have.

And worse… they'd think she was weak.

Her mother's voice echoed in her mind.

She flinched, her nails digging into her palm.

After returning from battle, the first thing her mother had done was scold her.

Not for staying behind. Not for nearly dying.

For letting her emotions cloud her judgment.

"You are a leader, Eloise. Act like one. Roland knew his duty. You should have honored that and left him."

Her mother didn't grieve. She didn't mourn. She only saw the war.

And that's exactly what the coven was planning now.

A war that would bleed the vampires dry.

Lillian's voice cut through the silence. "The council is gathering soon."

Eloise forced herself to breathe. "What are they planning?"

Lillian's eyes darkened. "Revenge."

She shouldn't have been surprised.

The witches wanted blood. They wanted to drag the vampires into their land, into the territory where magic was strongest.

Because vampires were vengeful creatures. They would come if lured correctly.

Eloise should have felt satisfaction.

She thought of golden eyes disappearing into the darkness.

And for the first time in her life, vengeance didn't taste as sweet.

CHAPTER 8: THE WEIGHT OF LOST