For the fae, magic is everything: status, power, wealth, honor. For Vera Reite, a fae born with no magic, it is a shameful reminder that she will never amount to anything.
Whispers of a fae-killing monster begin to circulate the Moon Court. It lurks in the woods, feeding off the mana of its victims. Those that go missing and find themselves at the mercy of the beast are never seen or heard from again. Fear quickly takes hold of the fae court; it's only a matter of time before their whole world is destroyed by this creature. However, it offers Vera a glimmer of hope. When she learns of it, she ventures into the wood to kill the beast, believing that she will be able to absorb the magic it has stolen.
But the woods are as dangerous as the beast, and Vera soon finds herself lost. In a stroke of luck, she comes across an old manor deep in the forest where a strange boy is sealed away. If Vera wishes to slay the beast, she will first have to uncover the secret of the manor and its prisoner before it's too late.
𝐀 𝐟𝐚𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜. 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝.
||Completed: 8/15/24
Word count: 90,000 - 100,000||
Sample, getting published fall 2026!
COMPLETED. SEQUEL IN THE WORKS
*NSFW*
Auralie doesn't believe in fae stories-not the ones whispered by dying villagers, not the ones about cursed woods or monsters that eat your heart.
But when girls begin to vanish and strange symbols bleed from the bark of the forest, she crosses the veil in search of answers.
What she finds is him.
Unmoving. Inhuman. Wearing a crown of antlers and eyes like cut emeralds, sharp with amusement.
He speaks in riddles. Smiles like a threat. And calls her little moth, like a name he's been saving.
The first time they meet, she draws his blood.
The second, he offers her a bargain.
The third, he consumes her.
The Hollow Prince says worse things hunt her now-creatures that wear her face, sing her name, and slip into her dreams. He claims he's the only thing standing between her and the dark.
But the deeper Auralie goes, the more twisted the forest becomes-and the harder it is to tell whether the prince is her captor, her shield, or the very thing she was warned to fear.
There is a curse.
A game.
And a price that was never hers to pay.