Thrillist

Lyra Stevens and Draziel Asheron—a mortal woman and the immortal demon god of the underworld—were never meant to be. Yet, they defied the laws of existence, forging a love so powerful it bound them to an unbreakable, merciless cycle. Every time they found happiness, Lyra died before her thirty-first birthday, only to be reborn with the memories of all her past lives. And each time, Draziel had to find her all over again.
But after her 176th death, Draziel could bear it no longer. In a desperate bid to end their suffering, he struck a deal with his ruthless brother and sworn enemy, Zarek Asheron—the very being responsible for Lyra’s countless deaths. The terms were simple: Lyra would never die again… in exchange for Draziel’s life.
Unwilling to let fate steal her love, Lyra did the unthinkable—she stole Draziel’s power and hurled herself into the past, determined to rewrite their destiny. But the past is not as she remembers. Trapped in an era where Draziel has never met her, she must make him fall in love with her all over again while unraveling the truth behind Zarek’s twisted schemes.
With time running out and dark forces conspiring to keep them apart, Lyra faces the impossible: saving the man she loves, changing a doomed fate, and surviving a past where she was never meant to exist.
But the universe has never been kind to them. And this time, it might be too late.

Eternal Wound

I stared once again at the sketch in my hands. It was rough, the strokes a bit crude and blunt, as if the artist had been in a hurry to put it together. But importantly, amidst the crudeness and roughness was a face, and that was all I needed.

Though rough and crude, the sketch was clear enough for me to spot the sharp birthmark on the man's neck and the faint grin blended into the rough strokes. I sighed. He shouldn't be hard to find.

I read the name slowly, Demonicus Hastings. Below the name were the words, written in large blood-red letters. "WANTED," and further below that was the reward: Five thousand gold coins.

I shook my head thoughtfully. That sounded like enough to get me set up for a while. I folded the paper.

The Encounter