Burn the World for You
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Rhaella is human. Azriel is Fae. The bond doesn't care.
For three years, a mortal girl survived slavery by staying invisible and hiding the one secret that could kill her.
She has magic.
Azriel spent lifetimes waiting for his mate. And when he finds Rhaella, human, starved, tortured, barely breathing, the bond snaps anyway, devastating and absolute.
And he makes a choice that changes everything.
He burns her world down, slaughters everyone who hurt her, and refuses to let her go. Now a mortal girl must navigate freedom that feels like a new cage, a bond she never asked for, and an immortal male whose devotion terrifies her as much as it heals her.
While Azriel learns that saving someone and healing them are two different things, and that sometimes love means giving back the choice he took away.
In the dungeons of men, she learned what mercy costs.
In the ruins of his faith, he learned what devotion demands.
Some wounds don't heal with magic. Some require time, patience, and a mortal heart teaching an immortal warrior how to live, not just survive.
He would burn the world for her.
She will teach him how to live in what remains.
⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS 🕊️
This story contains graphic and emotionally intense themes, including:
Slavery and systemic dehumanization
Detailed depictions of torture and physical suffering
The death of a child (traumatic and central to the plot)
Severe medical trauma and body horror
PTSD and realistic trauma responses
Violence, including extreme and on-page violence
References to sexual violence (none between main characters)
Suicidal ideation and survivor's guilt
This is a dark, mature story that explores trauma, survival, and recovery. It ultimately carries a message of hope, healing, and resilience, but please take care of yourself and engage only if you feel safe to do so. 💛
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