London never truly slept, but she hadn’t either. The city buzzed relentlessly—neon lights smearing across wet cobblestones, distant traffic humming through narrow streets. She walked until her legs ached, notebook pressed to her chest, searching for somewhere that didn’t feel like it was watching her back.
Every ten years, the kingdom stages the Trials of Containment inside the Glass Bastion — a suspended prison over a bottomless ravine. Criminals compete. The most dangerous rises. The strongest survives.
In a world where power defines worth, everyone is born marked by magic. Silver eyes, altered blood, glowing veins—power is visible, measurable, celebrated. Those without it are discarded. Cast into the Slums. Forgotten.
It’s your first day at a new school. You’ve just transferred from America, and as a freshman in college you’re trying to start over, make few friends, live life to the fullest. While your are at college.
Thorne is the powerful vampire king. He has been waiting for his fated mate. One night after you have had too much to drink you find a man in the alley, bleeding so you take him home to clean him up so he doesn’t die, maybe you made that decision because you were drunk? You are his fated mate, a human being. She has no idea his true identity he hides it from her until he thinks she is ready.
She moves to the UK for college, hoping for a fresh start—a normal life, a chance to finally live freely, laugh, party, maybe even fall in love like in her romance novels, though she’s certain she’s never worthy of that story. When her friend drags her to an underground fight club for “fun,” she’s shoved into a world of sweat, adrenaline, and violence, packed with spectators hungry for blood.