Centuries ago, when the Earth and Fire covens waged war, a desperate spell was cast by the High Witch to end the bloodshed-a soulbond spell. The spell accidentally bonds two unborn children from rival covens. The bond lies dormant... until now.

A forgotten prophecy resurfaces in the ancient Witching Archives, foretelling a war that will shatter the magical realms unless light and dark forge an unbreakable bond. Denki, the volatile Lightning Witch, and Shinso, the stoic Dream Walker Lord of Shadows, are marked by fate.

After years of rivalry between the Air witches and Vampires Empress of each generation two teenage girls change years of hatred for love.

The stars whispered again. High above the mortal realm, among constellations that danced to ancient rhythms, Tenya Iida stood on the edge of a cloud-forged citadel, his silver robes flickering with light from galaxies long dead. As a Celestial Guardian, his mission was always the same: guide balance, protect realms, avoid attachment. But this mission... this one was different. A rift had opened in the Elemental Plane. Dark matter leaked into Earth's edge, tainting both elemental magic and human lives. And at the center of the disturbance? A boy made of fire and ice. Not corrupted-but dangerous. Shoto Todoroki. Ida's assignment was clear: Observe him. Determine the threat level. If necessary, eliminate him. But as he descended into the realm of mortals, he felt something stir in his chest that no Guardian was supposed to feel. Curiosity. Dread. And-just a flicker-hope.

In the stillness between moonrise and midnight, a spell weaver sang. Hizashi Yamada's voice drifted across the cliffs like honeyed lightning, rich with Bardic power, coaxing stars to shimmer brighter and fog to part at his command. He was born of music and chaos, the son of the sea winds and concert halls, a Siren Bard whose laughter could mend bone and whose screams could tear through stone. And he was alone. Somewhere far beneath, in the shadows of the forest curling around the base of the cliffs, a hunter stalked through night-soundless, sharp-eyed, wrapped in cloaks of darkness. A Nocturne Hunter, bred from silence, raised in ruin, bound to hunt the monsters that fed off human fear. Shouta Aizawa had long forsaken warmth for shadows, love for discipline, laughter for the dead weight of survival. Until the soul bond snapped into place.