May Death Do Us Part

This is a story for the hopeless romantics who crave more than just love… but destiny, danger, and a touch of the forbidden. At its heart is a striking redhead with piercing blue eyes, a woman caught between two men: the one she thought she lost forever, and the one who now holds her heart. But this is no ordinary love triangle. It is a tale woven with the remnants of ancient races long thought extinct, the Nosferatu, the Lycans, the Elves, and the Dwarves. Beneath the surface of kingdoms and courtship lies a brewing storm of rebellion, bloodshed, and a fight for freedom. In a world where loyalty to one’s people clashes with the desires of the heart, every choice comes at a cost. Cursed with immortality through endless rebirth, she has wandered through lifetimes burdened by memory and loss, searching for a way to break the cycle and finally rest. To protect herself, she keeps her heart locked away… until she meets a kind, gentle man who teaches her how to love again, only for fate to cruelly take him from her. Forced to carry that grief into yet another life, she resigns herself to loneliness. Until she meets him. A man bound by the same curse. A man who understands her. A man who dares to make her believe in love again. But what happens when the past refuses to stay buried? When her first love returns, alive and changed, just as she begins to move on? And what happens when she discovers that her curse is not a curse at all… but the truth of what she really is? As secrets unravel and identities are revealed, she must choose between love and duty, past and present, heart and destiny. And this time, the choice may cost her everything. Content Notes • Contains explicit romantic scenes • Themes of love triangles and emotional conflict (with a touch of reverse harem dynamics) • Includes violence, bloodshed, and death • Set in a medieval-inspired world (yes, soap exists) • Contains mature language ⸻ Excerpt “I’m tired of this existence,” Melissa murmured, her voice barely louder than the dying embers in the hearth. “I don’t want to live forever. I just want it to end… to finally stay dead.” Elric stepped closer, his gaze soft but unyielding. He lifted her chin gently, forcing her to meet his eyes. “And if you leave,” he asked quietly, “who will I spend eternity with?” Melissa pulled away, the cold air rushing to meet her bare skin as she moved toward the window. The night wrapped around her like an old companion, indifferent and endless. “You’ll learn to live without me, Your Majesty,” she said, her tone distant. Behind her, Elric closed the space between them once more, his arms encircling her, warmth against the chill. “Is a life like this not worth it,” he murmured, “if you live it with someone you love?” Melissa’s expression hardened, her eyes reflecting something far older than sorrow. “Love is meaningless without an ending,” she replied. “Even vows are built on it… till death do us part.”