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The Reborn Sovereign of Ruin, Bound by His Star

Revenge is, by all means, one of the most guaranteed things to happen when a warlord with dragon blood in his veins and ether at his side is betrayed, poisoned, and reduced not to death but to decades of obliterating pain as his ether channels burn from his very soul. Only one remained. One channel, thin and fragile around his heart, survived long enough for him to endure, to wait, to plan, to manipulate, and, eventually, to return to the world with one clear purpose: to burn down the nation of the traitor who thought he had erased him for good. But then came a fortune teller at a street stall. And with the fortune teller came a dare Arik accepted for fun, a spread of cards drawn with no real expectation beyond momentary amusement. Instead, he found something far more dangerous than revenge waiting for him. His mate. A story of rebirth, revenge, enemies-to-allies-to-lovers, political ruin, ether, and the deeply unfortunate reality that the one person tied to Arik’s fate may be the very last person he should ever want. — Warnings, disclaimers, cries for help… call them whatever you want. This is the third book set in the same universe, but it can be read on its own. The world will be fully presented, so nobody needs to do homework before stepping into the chaos. For anyone curious, the first two books are: Bound by the Mark of Lies Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega This universe is ABO dragged directly into etherpunk, political fantasy, violence, bad coping mechanisms, and my ongoing inability to let powerful people make emotionally healthy decisions. There will be violence. There will be gore. There will be smut. There will also be vengeance, terrible restraint, worse impulses, emotional damage, and at least one man reacting to fate like it personally insulted his bloodline. Good luck.
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THE HEIR OF THE BLOOD MOON

“She was death, and he was life. They were never meant to collide—let alone fall for each other.” Mellisent grew up believing she was nothing more than the daughter of a great soldier. Her father taught her to fight, to survive, and never to depend on anyone. Now, with his death behind her, she has one goal—to become a warrior worthy of his legacy and forge a destiny of her own. Determined to rise beyond the life she was born into, she enters Vaelora Academy, a prestigious institution where humans and other supernatural bloodlines train side by side. There, she meets a man who seems to embody everything she despises—power, arrogance, and divine blood. The son of a god. What begins as rivalry soon turns into something neither of them can control. But the closer they grow, the more the truth threatens to tear them apart. Because Mellisent is not who she believes herself to be. Born beneath a Blood Moon, she is the child at the heart of an ancient prophecy—one that foretold the end of a king’s reign, his death, and a threat that would one day reach all of Aelyrith. And the bloodline sleeping within her belongs to something far older—and far more dangerous—than she could ever imagine. He is the son of the very power that stands against everything she was born to become. As ancient bloodlines awaken and buried truths begin to surface, Mellisent and Valerian will have to confront the destiny written long before they ever met—and the love they never meant to have. _ _ _ _ _ “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, Valerian,” Mellisent warned as a pair of strong arms pressed her against the cold wall. “I know exactly what I’m getting myself into.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned closer, their breaths mingling. “I’m like a moth drawn to a flame.” Mellisent’s breath came in small, uneven puffs. “I’m not a flame.” Her eyes held his. “I’m an abyss. And an abyss leaves nothing behind but ashes.” A slow, knowing smile touched Valerian’s lips. “Then I’ll gladly burn.” And his lips descended onto hers.
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