UNHOLY RUIN

WARNING MATURE CONTENT



Kiss of the Exorcist



She was trained to banish demons.

He was born to become one.

Their kiss could end a war—or start one.



Arielle Voss is the youngest exorcist in centuries to survive a full possession. Sharp-tongued, iron-willed, and armed with holy fire, she’s spent her life purging the corrupted and silencing the spirits that feast on mortal souls.



Then she meets Riven—a demon prince cursed to walk the human world in flesh and bone, hunted by both angels and his own kind. Cold, cruel, and infuriatingly beautiful, Riven should be her sworn enemy. Instead, he saves her life… by sealing a soul-binding kiss that fuses their powers, desires—and fates.



Now, every time she uses her magic, she draws on his energy.

Every time he fights, her body feels it.

And every time they touch… the barrier between holy and sinful shatters.



But a new darkness is rising, one that neither Heaven nor Hell can stop.

Bound together by ancient hunger and forbidden lust, Arielle and Riven must choose: destroy each other—or burn the world to stay together.





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“She was supposed to exorcise him. He made her crave the possession.”



“They were enemies by fate, lovers by fire.”



“One kiss. One curse. No salvation.”







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The church ruins reeked of blood and sulfur. Her blade dripped with consecrated silver, his chest bled shadows—but neither moved.



Arielle stood over him, panting, righteous fury lighting her veins. "You’re filth," she spat. "You shouldn’t exist."



Riven laughed—low, taunting. “And yet, you kissed me to live. Tell me, little exorcist… does that make you impure or just hungry?”



She struck—her dagger at his throat, one knee pressed between his ribs.



But he didn’t flinch.



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“What is love?” he whispered, voice like smoke. “If I cracked open that devout little skull of yours, would I find it? If I slit open your perfect holy throat, would it bleed faith or desire?”



Her hand trembled. Not with fear. With something worse.



“I hate you,” she breathed, eyes blazing.



“Then why,” he murmured, mouth brushing her ear, “does your soul burn for me like it’s begging to be possessed?”



Arielle jerked back, fury blazing, but she was already shaking—already scorched.



Because somewhere between the curse and the kiss…

He had already gotten in.





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