dontblameitonthekids

Second book continuing the Detective Adrian Black story
          	
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dontblameitonthekids

Love reading books about fantasy and magic plus enemies to lovers? You'll enjoy this.
          
          At Silverthorn Academy, a prestigious school for magic, Aria Evershade and Kael Duskbane are at constant odds. Aria is a prodigy from an old, respected family of Light magic users, while Kael, the mysterious heir to the notorious Duskbane lineage, is steeped in Shadow magic. Their rivalry is legendary, fueled by years of competition, misunderstandings, and the weight of their families' mutual disdain.
          
          But when a forbidden artifact hidden within the school awakens, its destructive power begins to unravel the delicate balance between Light and Shadow. Aria and Kael are forced to work together, their combined magic the only way to contain the artifact's chaos.
          
          
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Story idea
          The Dark Gathering of Blackwood 
          
          I know most of you think the woods around Blackwood Pond are just that—woods. But I swear there’s something else out there. Something wrong.
          
          I was out there tonight, trying to clear my head after a fight with Donna. I thought the quiet of the Maine woods would help, but instead, I found the kind of quiet that doesn’t feel right. You know, like the forest itself was holding its breath. 
          
          I stumbled upon a clearing, a place I’d never seen before, though I’ve been walking these woods my whole life. It wasn’t empty. There were people—women, standing in a circle, wearing dark, tattered robes. They were whispering something low and guttural, the words slipping into my ears like cold water. There was a fire in the center, but the flames were black, flickering like shadows against the dark trees.
          
          One of them turned to look at me, her eyes wide and glowing. I tried to move, but it felt like my feet were glued to the ground. She smiled, and I swear, her teeth were pointed, like a wolf’s. I heard something behind me, a rustling, and then a voice—soft, almost kind—whispered in my ear: "You shouldn't be here, Eddie."
          
          I don’t know how I got out. I just remember running, branches tearing at my face, my lungs burning. When I finally made it back to my truck, I turned around, and there they were, standing at the edge of the woods, watching me.