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She was born to destroy her. But the curse begins with a kiss.

Alina Thorne is a witch-hunter sworn to the sacred order of the Flamebound. Trained to kill with steel and silence her heart, she lives by one rule: never trust a witch. Especially not her.

Selene Vireya is the last blood heir of a forbidden coven, cursed with ancient magic that burns brighter with every emotion she buries—and every life she takes. Her name is whispered with fear. Her future is written in blood.

When fate traps them in a cursed forest where time warps and spirits whisper, Alina and Selene are forced into an uneasy alliance to survive. But the deeper they go into the woods, the deeper their connection grows—and so does the prophecy that binds them.

A witch-hunter destined to slay. A witch fated to love.
As ancient magic stirs and secrets unravel, their hatred turns to fire, and one forbidden kiss might doom—or save—the world.

Kiss of the Cursed

The threads of light, the magic puppeteering her, snapped with a sound like bone.

"You shouldn't remember everything."

Selene straightened, her voice steady, her eyes like eclipses. "I remember enough to end this."

Alina stood at her side, blood on her hands, defiance in her spine.

The realm around them—the Shattered Veil—began to quake.

Narael's form rippled. She reached skyward, drawing power from the cracked stars, trying to reform what was slipping.

Selene raised her hand—and every broken mirror lifted into the air, a constellation of glass.

"I am every version you tried to bury," she said. "And none of them bow to you."

The reflections turned into weapons, slicing through the realm, cutting cords of memory and power. Narael staggered back, wounded not in flesh, but in truth.

"You were never my curse," Selene whispered. "You were my shadow."

She tried to speak—but Alina stepped forward and drove the final word.

And the Hollow began to call them home.

Chapter 27: The Cursed Unbound