cursed by the shadowborn princes
The Night Oracle never lies—
so when she declared that the Shadowborn Princes were destined for me, the entire kingdom fell silent.
Because destiny was never supposed to choose me.
Not when my sister Seraphine exists.
Seraphine, the golden daughter of the realm.
Seraphine, the blessed one everyone adored.
Seraphine, who hid a wicked tongue behind her perfect smile.
And me?
Lyria, the overlooked sister. The mistake. The girl born with a cracked spirit mark and eyes that frightened even the priests.
The three Shadowborn Princes— Raven, Draven and Malek— despise my very existence. I feel it every time their shadows brush against my skin, every time the bond pulls tight and forces us into the same space.
They hate me.
They want me.
And they can’t decide which urge is stronger.
I should run. I tried to run.
But the bond is a chain made of fate and fire, dragging me back into their dangerous world of shadow-magic, forbidden heat and suffocating desire.
And when the truth about Seraphine comes out— the lies, the manipulation, the spell she placed on them— everything changes.
The princes who once hated me now crave me desperately, violently, obsessively.
But they’re too late.
Because I’m no longer the soft girl they ignored.
I’ve been shattered and rebuilt by the same hands that pushed me into the darkness.
Now that I’ve risen, I won’t be their puppet.
I won’t be anyone’s pawn.
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“We chose you, Lyria… we always did.”
Malek’s voice trembled, his hand ghosting up my thigh as if he feared I’d vanish. “We were blind. We let her twist us. We let her twist you. Let us make it right.”
Raven’s lips touched the shell of my ear, slow and sinful.
Draven’s fingers slipped under my shirt, grazing my skin like he owned it.
My breath hitched— but my heart stayed frozen.
My eyes dropped to Raven’s mouth.
Full. Tempting.
But they had kissed Seraphine.
All three of them had.
I don’t touch what’s already been used.
“No.” My voice cut through the heat choking the air. “I’m done. Go back to Seraphine. She deserves you more than I ever did.”
Raven’s growl rumbled through my spine as he pressed himself against me, dark and furious.
“I’ll raze kingdoms, Lyria. I’ll tear down the Oracle’s temple stone by stone if that’s what it takes to bring you back to us.”
“Do that, then,” I whispered, pushing their hands away. “Come find me after the world is ash.”
I stepped off the table, leaving them stunned, breathless, burning.
Their eyes followed me like shadows desperate for their master.
But I didn’t look back.
They created this version of me.
The creature who no longer kneels.
CONTENT WARNING:
This book contains dark themes, explicit scenes, manipulation, violence, intense obsession and mature content. Reader discretion advised.