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Claimed by The Winter Spirit.

On Christmas Eve, Irina Ardentova walks through relentless snowfall toward the man she loves. But the one who greets her in the silent street is not merely a man. He is Erwin Frostvale—a winter elf bound to the ancient Yuletide entity known as the Hearth King. Ethereal, dangerously beautiful, and terrifyingly possessive, Erwin exists to preserve the fragile balance between warmth and frost. And that balance depends on one human soul: Irina. Her presence tempers winter’s cruelty. Her warmth sustains the Hearth King’s fading power. Without her, the world risks plunging into endless desolation. When Erwin claims her as eternally his, the night itself begins to change. The church bells ring out of rhythm. Snow falls in unnatural patterns. The cold ceases to be weather—it becomes will. Irina collapses into darkness, caught in Erwin’s arms as winter tightens its hold. Elsewhere in the city, meteorologist Adrian Volkov senses the shift before anyone else. Logical, composed, and fiercely protective, Adrian has been studying strange atmospheric anomalies in Verkhoyansk. When Irina fails to arrive for their meeting and communication signals fail, he realizes the disturbance is no natural phenomenon. If Irina chooses Adrian, winter may never end. If she chooses Erwin, she may lose herself forever. And the Hearth King is growing impatient. In a city where frost bites deeper than knives and love is indistinguishable from obsession, one question remains: Can warmth survive when winter falls in love?
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The Last Tithe

Magic has always demanded a price. In the empire’s capital, that price is controlled—measured, distributed, and enforced through a system known as the Tithe. Every spell draws from the many, siphoning strength, memory, and years of life from the population to fuel the few who are permitted to wield power. Most never notice what they’ve lost. Serin Vale is one of the people who makes sure of that. An elite auditor of the Tithe, Serin’s role is simple: track irregularities, contain unauthorized magic, and preserve the balance that keeps the system from collapsing. Detached, precise, and unwavering, she believe the cost of magic—however brutal—is necessary. Until the system stops behaving. When a rogue caster begins performing magic without paying the Tithe, the consequences ripple through the city in horrifying ways. People collapse without cause. Families are drained dry in an instant. Others survive—but emptied of something essential, left conscious and hollow. The cost is no longer shared. It is chosen. As Serin hunts the source, she encounter Cael Ardyn—a man who has learned how to bend the rules of the Tithe instead of breaking them. Where the system scatters suffering, Cael refines it. Where it hides the cost, he makes it visible. And where it spreads pain across the many, he forces it into the few. But Cael isn’t the only anomaly. With every encounter, Serin begins to experience the Tithe firsthand—not as an observer, but as a conduit. Pain, memory, and life itself start passing through her, revealing a truth buried beneath the system she spent her life protecting: The Tithe does not simply distribute cost. It requires something—someone—to hold it together. But who decides where the price is paid.
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