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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

Kael stepped forward, eyes locked on the flame-cloaked figure. The crown of fire crackled atop his helm, and the weight of his presence bent the air around them.

"I am Vaedor, First Flame King. The Trial Warden."

Lyra felt the magic in the name. It stung — not with pain, but with judgment.

Vaedor raised a molten hand, and the coliseum blazed to life. Pillars of fire circled them, forming a cage of heat and memory.

"Your soul was once bound to this realm," Vaedor said. "You were Flameborn. Now you return, broken and bonded to an outsider."

Kael bristled, but Lyra stepped beside him.

"I'm not here to take anything," she said calmly. "I'm here to protect what he's becoming."

Vaedor's molten gaze shifted to her. "Then prove it."

The flame pillars collapsed inward, and the Trial began.

Kael was hurled into a separate ring of fire, surrounded by illusions of his past. The battlefield where Alenya died. The chamber where he defied the gods. The throne room where his name was torn from him. All around him, echoes of shame and guilt whispered.

He swung at shadows. He shouted at ghosts. Nothing changed — until one illusion bled.

She stood with her back to him, burning blade in hand.

"Would you let her die again, Kael?"

He stepped forward. She turned. But it wasn't her. It was Lyra — in Alenya's armor, with tears in her eyes.

"Stop letting the dead wear my face," she whispered.

Kael dropped his blade. "I'm sorry."

Outside the ring, Lyra faced her own trial. Vaedor conjured a creature of fire and grief — a beast that roared in the voices of everyone she'd ever lost. Her parents. Her old caretaker. Her friend who vanished in the plague.

"You carry too much heart," Vaedor said. "That is your weakness."

Lyra bled magic from her palms, forming a glowing shield.

"It's not my weakness," she replied. "It's my fire."

She stepped through the beast's roar and touched its chest. It collapsed in flame and ash.

Vaedor stepped back. "You have passed."

He looked to Kael. "And you... have remembered."

The shattered throne repaired itself.

"You may continue to the next gate. But beware — the next king does not forgive."

Kael and Lyra stood alone again, scorched but stronger.

Chapter 25 – Throne of Embers