mommabearforlife
Where the script on your skin writes your fate. Only the marked can survive.
I spent my entire life running from the invisible scars on my flesh. Every few months, beautiful, terrifying phrases in ancient Latin and elegant French burn themselves into my skin like molten silver, leaving behind a map of secrets I can't decipher. I thought I was a monster.
I was wrong. I'm an inheritance.
Abducted from the ordinary world, I am dragged to the Obsidian Observatory-a brutal, fog-drenched gothic fortress on the edge of the world. Here, twelve elite descendants of fallen bloodlines are forced into the Eclipse Trials, a lethal elimination game where the prize is absolute power and the penalty is death.
But the greatest threat isn't the trials. It's him.
They call him Kaelen Vance. The Warden. The Observatory's silent executioner. Clad in tactical gear and a ruthless, matte-black ballistic mask, he moves through the estate like an untouchable shadow. He is meant to judge us. He is meant to destroy the weak.
But the moment Kaelen's cold gaze locks onto me, the silver script on my collarbone flares into a blinding, agonizing heat. Behind his mask, his dark control completely unravels. He has the matching halves of my phrases etched into his own chest.
In public, he is my silent captor, overseeing a game of absolute survival. But in the dark, behind closed doors, his restraint breaks into an unhinged, possessive obsession. He is a monster to the rest of the world, but to save me, he will tear the Observatory apart piece by piece.
We are bound by a fated bloodline curse that commands one of us to kill the other. But as the trials turn into a silver bloodbath, I don't know what will destroy me first-the enemies hunting me down, or the unyielding, explicit fury of the masked man who claims I belong to him.