Whispers Of Moonveil
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Liora has spent her entire life pretending her magic is normal. But it isn't. Golden power hums beneath her skin, unclaimed, ancient and wrong for an elf of Sylverien. And when something cold begins breathing down her neck from the shadows of the forbidden forest, the truth she's been running from finally catches up. Something in the woods knows her, is calling to her and most definitely something is coming for her.
And when a dark prince of the Black Court steps out of legend and into her life, Liora's world is thrown into a spiral of secrets, forbidden magic and a truth her guardian has buried for years.
Her bloodline is a lie, her magic is a warning and she might be the spark that burns the courts to ash.
Perfect for fans of Sarah J. Maas, this series blends humor, slow burn tension, dangerous magic and a heroine discovering she's far more than the world ever allowed her to be.
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