!!THIS BOOK HAS BEEN FINISHED, BUT IT'S CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN. UNEDITED CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN UNPUBLISHED!! REWRITE STATUS: 20/63 In the cursed city of Xalathor, two monster hunters just want to survive their job. And each other. William talks too much, jokes too often, and never takes anything seriously. Drystan barely talks at all. Their uneasy partnership survives because neither of them asks for more than the job requires - and feelings were never part of the deal. Then a messy and loud teenage girl barges in. Dahlia's not just here to end a curse; she wants something more. A family. A place to belong. And she's not leaving without it, even if the monster hunters she's set her sights on are experts at pushing people away. Between the emotional wildfire named Dahlia and their own unresolved tension, William and Drystan are in deeper than they ever planned. Thrown together by bad luck and worse timing, they stumble into something messier and way more terrifying than monsters: feelings. Dahlia won't let them run from it. In a city full of ghosts, the three of them are building something new. If they don't ruin it first. Materials used for the cover: https://www.vecteezy.com/free-png/dahlia-flower

To the world he is the Godslayer, the beast who devoured gods and razed kingdoms. To himself he is only Bane, a dragon betrayed and entombed by the man he trusted most: his own rider. Now, centuries later, Bane is dragged back into a mortal shell and bound to a king's command to fight another war. But the rider who once caged him offers a bargain: survive four trials, and be restored to his true form. Freedom, redemption, even love, all whispered on the serpent's tongue. To follow him is to embrace the hate they share, and the ruin it promises. Yet hate runs close to love, and love close to madness. Every trial drags old sins into the light and knots their bond tighter with blood and memory. Together they could unmake empires, or unmake each other first.

A spark meant to draw blood drew them together instead. Ethan Hernandez is wrapping up his senior year with one thing waiting after graduation: a throne next to his father in the Necromancer's guild - a minor magical crime syndicate he was carefully guarded from growing up. As a self-taught mage with something to prove, Ethan's ready to get his hands dirty. Jacob Wright doesn't have anything to prove. As heir to a rival clan that doesn't take kindly to the use of death magic, he's already drowning in expectation, command, and blood. He knows how to follow the rules, he just doesn't always care to. Which is about to become a problem for both their fathers. The truce between their families was already wearing thin when Ethan and Jacob finally crossed paths. Then the line between fascination and rivalry started to blur. They were never enemies. But they know how to play the part. The more they circle each other, the more inevitable the clash becomes. They could fall for each other. They could drag their families to hell. *Maybe they won't have to choose.*

Marcus never meant to touch her. But the moment he did, something ancient and volatile took root. Reece is disciplined. She's powerful, both as a mage and as a mogul of the wine industry. Marcus is a *decommissioned* sentient weapon. He's emotionally guarded and barely holding himself together after being chewed up and spit out by the military and high magic commission. He isn't even supposed to feel magic, let alone siphon it from Reece and wield it like it's his own. In fact, he was carefully designed to avoid such a scenario. But when an accidental surge binds him and Reece together, it triggers something unprecedented, intimate, and dangerous. *Addictive* even. The government discarded Marcus, but now that he and Reece outclass even the most seasoned of mages and defy the current scientific understanding of how magic works - the feds want their weapon back. It started with an intoxicating spark. It ended with a sobering realization: the new pair can't be apart without unraveling. But being together might be worse. Because Marcus would do anything to safeguard her. War crimes included. And Reece might just let him.

❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.❞ 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘺. 𝘡𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯'𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳.𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘺. Solène Marceau thought love would save her. Instead, it swallowed her whole. Ansel Laurent doesn't love―he consumes. His touch... a burn. His words... a leash. His presence... a suffocation. His love... a slow and painful death. She should have run the first time his grip tightened, the first time his whispered words curled around her throat like a promise of things to come. But she didn't. And now, he won't let her go. Zavien Amato was supposed to be her escape... his unrequited love fueling his desire to protect her, the one person who saw the girl beneath the wreckage, the one who would tear the world apart to pull her from the fire. But Ansel isn't just the fire―he is the burning. And if Solène dares to run, if she dares to reach for a life without him, he will drag her back into the dark with bloody hands and a smile. She is his. And... If he can't have her... no one can.