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In a fractured galaxy where magic is forbidden and demons rule from the shadows, Lyra Virelle survives as an outlaw sorceress on a forgotten moon. She wants nothing but peace — until a mysterious crash lands at her doorstep, bringing with it a man carved from fire and danger.

Kael Dravon is no ordinary survivor — he’s the devil prince of Sector Nox, a feared villain with flames in his blood and vengeance in his soul. Wounded, hunted, and stripped of his army, he finds himself at the mercy of a woman he should destroy… yet can’t seem to resist.

As their worlds collide, magic awakens, secrets unravel, and a forbidden bond begins to burn between them. But their desire could ignite a war across the stars.

He is her enemy.
She is his weakness.
Together, they could destroy the galaxy — or save it.

A sizzling enemies-to-lovers sci-fi fantasy filled with dangerous passion, dark magic, and a villain who might just lose his heart.

Sin Beyond the Stars

The days grew quieter after the Hollow Lords' retreat, but quiet did not mean peace. Kael knew silence could be a liar.

They traveled across the shattered plains of Elaris, where black glass stretched for miles — remnants of a world once bathed in flame. Lyra had never seen such desolation. She walked beside Kael, her fingers occasionally brushing his, and each touch was a reminder: he was still here. Still choosing her.

Every night, when the stars rose, memories flooded his mind — half-dreams of the Citadel, of flame-winged sentinels, of vows broken in rooms made of light. And of her. The one he couldn't forget, no matter how tightly he held Lyra's hand.

That evening, they camped beneath a dome of broken ruins, shattered columns etched with ancient flame sigils. Lyra sat cross-legged, drawing circles in the dust, trying to decode the markings.

"Lyra," he said quietly. "There's something I never told you."

Kael continued. "Her name was Alenya. She was one of the flame-guard. We were bonded... in war. Not like this. Not like us. But it meant something."

Lyra nodded slowly. "And what happened to her?"

"She died the night I defied the gods. She died protecting me."

He expected her to withdraw. To harden. But she didn't.

Lyra rose and crossed the floor, standing before him.

"Do you still love her?" she asked.

"I remember her," he said truthfully. "But my heart is here now. With you."

She reached up, brushing his cheek with light fingers. "Then let memory be memory. And let us write something new."

That night, their kiss was not fire — but something deeper. A slow ache. A surrender.

Kael pressed his forehead to hers. "I don't deserve this."

"You don't get to choose that anymore," Lyra whispered. "You already have it."

And for the first time in years, Kael slept. Truly slept.

But far away, the Watcher opened another eye.

The flame that remembers was stirring.

And Alenya's name, long buried… was being whispered again in the void.

Chapter 22 – The Flame That Remembers