After Draco Malfoy is freed from Azkaban, heiress Genevieve Ashworth is drawn into a high-stakes rivalry with Charlie Weasley—but she controls the game.
They were the shadows Azriel could never outrun. Beneath them all, however, the root of his torment pulsed steadily, like a wound that refused to heal: unworthiness. A ceaseless whisper that he was by never enough—not for peace, not for love, and certainly not for you. His scarred hands clenched unconsciously into tight fists as he watched you from across the crowd. Starfall was in full bloom, the heavens above the Night Court alive with streaks of light. The celebration should have been enough to command his attention. Instead, his focus was entirely, helplessly, on you. By the Cauldron, you were breathtaking. The ethereal glow of the stars danced across your features, making you appear even brighter. You were radiant, utterly oblivious to the way his gaze memorized the way your lips parted in awe at the display above. And Azriel—Azriel hadn’t realized he was staring. It always happened this way, these trance-like moments where the rest of the world faded away, and you became his entire universe. But he forced himself to look away, the familiar ache settling low in his chest. If he had his way—if the stars above granted him a single moment of courage—he would kneel before you. He would worship every inch of you, starting with the soft arch of your foot, pressing reverent kisses along the line of your leg, your hip, your spine. He would lay himself bare before you, offering everything he was—broken, scarred, and all. But even if you stood before him, bare and willing, he couldn’t allow himself to touch you. Those scarred hands of his—hands that had broken and maimed, hands stained by centuries of blood—had no right to touch something as pure as you. You, who deserved silk and moonlight, not shadows and ruin. So he stood there in the crowd, silent and unmoving, the yearning burning within him like a secret prayer, one he would never dare speak aloud. Because to love you, Azriel thought, was to ruin you. And that was something he could never forgive himself for.
Genevieve Ashworth meets Charlie Weasley in London. Ambition and freedom collide in a slow-burn romance where two powerful forces choose to build something real together.
After years of believing himself unworthy of love, Azriel falls for Caelis, a half-fae witch wielding starlight and celestial fire. When visions foretell his death, Caelis returns from Hogwarts to save him in battle—where love, shadows, and stars collide into a fated bond.
After years of believing himself unworthy of love, Azriel falls for Caelis, a half-fae witch wielding starlight and celestial fire. When visions foretell his death, Caelis returns from Hogwarts to save him in battle—where love, shadows, and stars collide into a fated bond.
After years of believing himself unworthy of love, Azriel falls for Caelis, a half-fae witch wielding starlight and celestial fire. Caelis returns from Hogwarts choosing Velaris and Azriel instead of any wizards.
Genevieve Ashworth meets Charlie Weasley in London. Ambition and freedom collide in a slow-burn romance where two powerful forces choose to build something real together.
After years of believing himself unworthy of love, Azriel falls for Caelis, a half-fae witch wielding starlight and celestial fire. Caelis returns from Hogwarts choosing Velaris and Azriel instead of any wizards.
After years of believing himself unworthy of love, Azriel falls for Caelis. He learns of the suppressed mating bond made by his father and Rhys’ father centuries ago.
After years of believing himself unworthy of love, Azriel falls for Caelis. He learns of the suppressed mating bond made by his father and Rhys’ father centuries ago.
After years of believing himself unworthy of love, Azriel falls for Caelis. He learns of the suppressed mating bond made by his father and Rhys’ father centuries ago.
After years of believing himself unworthy of love, Azriel falls for Caelis. He learns of the suppressed mating bond made by his father and Rhys’ father centuries ago.
50 years after the war with Hybern, the Night Court believes they are in a time of piece. Hidden behind wards for millennias, kaeleer, is a new land to the west of prythian. Cassian and Nesta are mated and married. Rhys and Feyre are mated and married and have nyx, their ten year old son. Azriel remained alone and unmated. Rhys destroyed every relationship that Azriel has attempted to start and he has been left alone left to his duty.
American heiress and business mogul Genevieve Ashworth arrives in post-war wizarding London, caught between Charlie Weasley’s warmth and Draco Malfoy’s ambition as both families seek to secure her future—and fortune.
After years of believing himself unworthy of love, Azriel falls for Caelis. He learns of the suppressed mating bond made by his father and Rhys’ father centuries ago.
Truth or dare with the snakes. Draco has fallen for you but he won’t admit it easily. It’s seventh year. Voldemort is gone. The battle over. But students are required to come back for the last year or face ministry charges.
After Elain chooses Lucien, reckless Azriel is sent to Koschei’s castle in the Rawthorne Peaks. There, he meets his powerful mate, a Starborn known among ancient courts.
After Elain chooses Lucien, reckless Azriel is sent to Koschei’s castle in the Rawthorne Peaks. There, he meets his powerful mate, a Starborn known among ancient courts.
After Draco Malfoy is freed from Azkaban, heiress Genevieve Ashworth is drawn into a high-stakes rivalry with Charlie Weasley—but she controls the game.
Azriel meets Evander Yaslana’s daughter, described as bookish and modest but anything but that. He feels the pull of his shadows towards her. But the general calls her bookish and modest when she’s a trained fighter and has seen enough combat to be heard.
Dr. Alessandra Moretti, a genius trauma surgeon and Mafia heiress, hides her true power as the underworld’s most trusted healer. When Dominic Romano discovers the woman she has become, loyalty becomes love.
Azriel meets Evander Yaslana’s daughter, described as bookish and modest but anything but that. He feels the pull of his shadows towards her. But the general calls her bookish and modest when she’s a trained fighter and has seen enough combat to be heard.