After the war, Lyra Potter is utterly, completely, and unapologetically done with the wizarding world.
The media? Shitstorm.
The Ministry? Corrupt as ever.
The so-called Light Lords? Idiots.
The so-called Dark Lords? Even bigger idiots.
So, despite her well-meaning (but infuriating) friends, Lyra packs up, flips the wizarding world the metaphorical bird, takes her godson Teddy, and vanishes.
Her destination? Mystic Falls.
A quiet, unassuming town where one of her Black ancestors once built a lavish estate-the Black Palace.
She hopes for peace and quiet-a fresh start, away from magic, war, and endless expectations. But deep down?
She knows better.
There is no peace for her.
Why?
Because she is, after all, Death's Little Angel of Chaos.
And a Potter.
She doesn't seek trouble.
Trouble finds her.
And so, before she even realizes it, she's swept up in yet another whirlwind-
Only this time, it's not scheming politicians, megalomaniac wizards, or dark prophecies.
This time, it's-
Vampires.
Werewolves.
Shapeshifters.
Doppelgängers-apparently, she's one.
An ancient ancestor who oddly approves of her.
An annoying twin she has zero interest in.
Two ridiculously dramatic vampire brothers.
And an entire family of goddamn Originals.
What has the world come to?
Nothing.
Just a storm called love hitting her in the most unexpected way.
Her? Entangled with the Original Hybrid of all people?
And did she mention she has her little godson with her?
"You have got to be joking," she thinks.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.