Book #2 of the fated series. In the twilight of a world unsteady, where the pulse of power beats beneath fractured skies, two titans rise from the shadows-each bearing the weight of kingdoms carved in silence and flame. The Lucifer's Progeny, a shadow-wrapped sovereign of secrets and unyielding will, walks the line between light and darkness with a quiet storm in his eyes. His presence is a herald of change, a tempest gathering on the horizon of fate's uncharted sea. Opposite him stands the fierce and unbroken God's Chosen Empress, Harriet Leonhart-a queen forged in fire and ambition, her spirit blazing like a comet cutting through the velvet night. Her steps echo with the thunder of countless battles-both won and lost-and the fierce hope that flickers in the deepest shadows. Between these two forces, a delicate and dangerous dance unfolds-a weave of trust and betrayal, desire and defiance. The world bends and twists around their collision, a living tapestry threaded with whispered promises and shattered dreams. Beyond the veils of mortal sight, ancient powers stir, hungry and restless, awakening from slumber to reclaim what was once lost. In the hidden corners of a fractured realm, rival factions clash like storms breaking upon jagged cliffs, their secrets blooming like night-blooming flowers-beautiful, elusive, and deadly. Allies emerge like fleeting phantoms, and enemies lurk in every shadowed glimmer. Every choice pulses with the gravity of worlds unseen, and every heartbeat carries the weight of futures unwritten. Two rival masterminds. A backstabber. A stolen test subject. It is the time. Here, the twist of fate is not a moment but an unrelenting force-a maelstrom of consequence and will, shaping the lives of those who dare to stand at its center.

Book #1 of the fated series They call me "the hunter"- the shadow that haunts the wicked. I don't just kill monsters disguised as human- I become their nightmare. Justice isn't a scale I balance; it's a blade I drive into the hearts of those who prey on the helpless. My only rule is simple: "Loyalty." But then there's him. A phantom who never reveals his true intentions, yet his presence coils around me like smoke. He doesn't speak. he watches. From the corners of my vision, the cracks in the walls, the spaces between heartbeats. He sees me, not the weapon I pretend to be, but the girl beneath the blood. "I don't love you, Rafael. Deal with it." - I said. "Get on your knees, principessa." - he said. He's not a hero. I'm not a princess. This isn't a love story. Ah it's obsession.