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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 temple shook with every note the gods sang, but their song was not melody—it was memory reborn.

The child's eyes shimmered like mirrors, reflecting not faces but lives—Selene's battles, Alina's choices, the world's broken paths stitched by sacrifice.

Selene clutched her head. "They're inside me."

Alina groaned beside her. "No. They're through us."

The gods' voices crescendoed, the air turning heavy with remembrance. The child stood unaffected, her gaze calm, as if she had already lived this moment ten thousand times.

A figure stepped forward from the divine haze—a goddess with antlers of silver and blood on her palms.

"You fear what you cannot undo," she said.

Selene forced herself to stand. "What do you want?"

The goddess tilted her head. "We want to leave. Through her."

Alina's hand flew to the child's shoulder. "No. She's a child."

"She's a vessel," the goddess corrected.

Selene narrowed her eyes. "What happens if she carries you?"

"She becomes more than voice. She becomes will."

The other gods whispered, "Let her choose."

She stepped forward, barefoot and brave.

"I don't want to be a god," she said.

Then she turned to Selene and Alina.

"I'll need someone to remind me who I am when their voices become louder than mine."

Selene stepped forward without hesitation.

And with her fall, the sky above the temple burst into flame—not destruction, but rebirth.

Chapter 35: The Vessel and the Voice