BLACK MAGIC
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Last published Thu, Jun 11, 2026
BLACK MAGIC
Genre: Romance • Mystery Thriller
Draeven Hollow is the kind of town that smiles too perfectly.
Its streets are quiet, its forests breathtaking, and its people... kind enough to make you stay. But beneath the calm surface lies something rotten-whispers of disappearances, unexplained deaths, and secrets buried so deep that even the earth refuses to give them back.
Because the truth is-
it was never the town that was dangerous.
It was the people.
In Draeven Hollow, everyone is hiding something. Newcomer or native, innocence means nothing here. The moment you hear the truth, survival becomes your only instinct.
Van Alstyne never believed in curses-until the darkness chose her.
Strong, fearless, and unwilling to bow to fear, Van finds herself entangled in a world where black magic isn't just a myth... it breathes, it watches, and it takes. And worse-it binds.
As love begins to bloom in the most dangerous place possible, Van must face a terrifying reality:
the deeper her heart falls, the tighter the curse coils around her.
Because in Draeven Hollow...
love is not salvation.
It's part of the spell.
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