nyctophile (h.s)

It was the night things changed.

She walked out, her forbidden dress clinging to her like a child to their mother.

The stone angels positioned in front of the dark mansion had their eyes closed. They would not witness this.

Even in the dark, he could easily see the liquid that dropped from her hand. The dagger in her hand shook, her whole body shook.

Until she lay her eyes on him. And stilled.

She smiled.

Her dress flowed, black dots coating the pavement around her as she ran. She jumped into his arms and he embraced her, like a flicker of light in the dark. Her hair piece was broken and stained red.

The night things changed was the best night of their lives.
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Acheron is a secret society, older than most tales and a perfect example of what madness can lead to.
Its members, recruits and disciples, live the life of romantics. With balls, drugs, art, murder and a leader who thinks himself a god.

Harry puts a plan in motion, a plan long overdue, and gives the star role to Anaya. But even Harry can't be one step ahead of fate all of the time.

So things take a twisted turn.

Inspired by the dark academia and royal core aesthetic, this story is a celebration of being free of morals and rules. I do not condemn or agree with my characters actions. Enjoy.
(Basically- if "Don't Blame Me" by Taylor Swift was a book... it would be this book)