Amidst the hollows of forgery, striking hues and psychedelic hurricanes, there is no surrender, nor an escape. In a world of eradicate, or get eradicated ruthlessly, Zariya is dragged through everlasting torment, time and again to strive? No, to survive. The Eanasir Academy might be aesthetic and durable to a noob where demons didn't wait in the obsidian corners snickering behind your backs making your hair stand. These demons were liberated and powerful emerging in the skin of porcelain and paving their way under your skin to ravage you in seconds. It was a game of survival. To not cease. She was fairly aware of that. Whatever happens, do not hail. But who could've thought devastation came draped with leather jackets, white shirts hiding bulging tight muscles screaming to be traced with fingers, and confident smirks that would portray the screams as sickening and smiles as ethereal. Three was her unlucky number. And she was bestowed by three of them. For better or worse? Well, why don't you find out?

"BOOK-3 OF THE MYSTIC SERIES" "𝐈 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐟." ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Emerald Winters can bet her life that fate is her mortal enemy. Life hasn't been kind to her since the day she opened her eyes to a series of chaos called the world. Her quintessential includes paying bills and making sure her daughter's future isn't as dark as hers. But things never go as planned, do they? Loud echoing thunder and lightning marks the his arrival. Everyone seeks a slice of him, to get acquainted with the drop-dead gorgeous mystery possessor. But none can. What follows when the Bearer of Electricity gets mated to a broken human?