Nineteen year old Nyssa of Viridis never asked to rule a world carved from emerald forests, ancient magic, and star-forged prophecy. With luminous green skin and beauty said to rival the first goddesses, she was destined for greatness but never for this kind of throne because no one in Viridis remembers the last time the stars bled. No one until the night her parents died. When the sky turned red and the heavens cracked open, the king and queen were taken without a single wound. The palace calls it tragedy. The council calls it fate. Nyssa calls it a warning. Whispers echo through the citadel about shadows that move on their own, secrets the elders refuse to share, and a power stirring beneath Nyssa's skin that feels nothing like the gentle magic of her people and as her world trembles, she is forced into an alliance she does not trust, a marriage to a foreign prince whose intentions are as unreadable as the fire-red galaxy he comes from, but on Viridis, nothing is what it seems. Some promises are veils. Some enemies wear familiar faces. What forces killed the king and queen of Viridis and why did the stars bleed only for her?

Princess Autumn Sylvanhall is the last of her line. Crippled by the fire that destroyed her family and haunted by whispers of weakness, she clings to her cane and her crown while the Council demands she find an anchor to steady her magic before it unravels. Bound to power that teeters between life and death, she knows she cannot rule alone-but grief is a stubborn ghost, and some bonds are not so easily replaced. When a haunted rogue slips into the palace library and steals a forbidden Book of the Dead, the fragile balance of her court begins to crack. Shadows stir in the streets, whispers rise from the ashes, and the truth about the fire proves far more dangerous than she ever imagined. To survive, Autumn must decide who to trust: Adrian Holloway, the nobleman with too-easy smiles and sharper intentions, or the thief whose scars mirror her own.

"The sight froze him solid. Elara was on the bed, her dark hair splayed across the pillows, the velvet gown hiked around her thighs..." Newly turned and fiercely defiant, Elara must navigate the dangerous world of a ruthless Master and blooded vampire, Valerius, who claims her as property. Cassian, his cold and disciplined lieutenant, watches with unwavering loyalty but his disciplined exterior masks a forbidden desire he cannot deny. As power, passion, and jealousy collide, both must confront temptation and peril in a dark, erotic world where every glance, every touch, threatens to ignite a fire neither can resist. Writer's note: Please comment and/or vote if you like the story. Would appreciate it very much. Critiques are also welcomed