stolen by starlight

stolen by starlight

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"You taste like wine," she whispered, her voice playful but soft, her lips still close to mine. I chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're not so innocent yourself." -- Aureva, a human baker, leads a quiet life in her small village, content in the simplicity of her daily routine. But lately, whispers have begun to reach her ears-rumors of powerful, evil fae stirring in the shadows, bringing unease to the edges of her peaceful world. Azriel, the shadowsinger of the Night Court, is no stranger to darkness. As spymaster, he has spent centuries gathering secrets and slipping through shadows, always one step ahead of danger. Yet now, something stirs in Hybern, a darkness even his shadows struggle to comprehend. In the heart of Hybern, a new power is rising, one that threatens the delicate equilibrium between worlds. Aureva finds herself caught in the center of this turmoil, unwittingly linked to the forces at play. As her path crosses with Azriel's, they become entangled in a web of secrets and shadows, forced to confront what lies beneath the surface of their worlds-and each other. azriel x Oc
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Azriel, the Shadowsinger. Silent. Steady. Made of secrets and scars. His mate, bright, fierce, and full of fire, strong enough to love every piece of him. What began with kisses and quiet promises became something far more sacred-parenthood. From first cries to sleepless nights, tantrums laced with magic and lullabies whispered in the dark-they learn, they stumble, they love. He thought he knew what love was. Then he held his son. A story of shadows and lullabies, of fatherhood and healing, of a warrior learning he was never too broken to be soft. He was their shadow. They were his light.

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