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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Fifteen months after the war with Hybern, the Night Court believed itself finally at peace. Rhysand and Feyre were happily mated with their ten-year-old son, Nyx. Cassian and Nesta were married. Mor remained untouchable as ever. Elain had chosen Lucien, and Gwyn had found her mate in a Velaris guard whose devotion glowed around her. Azriel alone remained unmated.Not Mor. Not Elain. Not Gwyn. Not the countless faceless females in dark rooms who took his coin and his release without ever touching the lonely male beneath the shadows. Months had passed since Rhysand’s quiet order to stay away from Elain. Since the Solstice gift bought with trembling hope ended in silence and humiliation. Worse still was the second necklace—the one Azriel had given Gwyn in a desperate attempt to bury his feelings—returned gently after she met her true mate. Two reminders he had reached for things never meant to be his. So during the annual Starfall Gala, Azriel stood alone on the balcony of the House of Wind while laughter spilled from the ballroom behind him and his shadows writhed restlessly around his shoulders. Then they stilled. Not around danger but awe. The ballroom doors opened. An Illyrian female stepped inside like she had every right to command the room. Stunning. Beautiful. She wore midnight blue threaded with silver like living starlight. Ancient markings curved down one bare shoulder and along her spine like constellations. Her dark curls fell freely, regal despite their softness. Her wings were uncovered—whole, flawless, untouched. Azriel’s shadows reacted instantly: Recognition. Beside her stood General Kaelen Valyra, commander of the northern legions during the war against Hybern.
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.
Ten years after the Hybern war, 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. Now his shadows remember her but he had been so focused on Elain then, he never noticed her.
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.
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.
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.
Ten years after the Hybern war, 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. Now his shadows remember her but he had been so focused on Elain then, he never noticed her.
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.
My parents died when I was 15. I lived that year with a drunk uncle. On the night of my 16th birthday I was left alone. I left the next day. Now 20 years later I’m 36. Living in Chicago, I enter my usual coffee shop and I meet a handsome gentleman named Azriel but he’s more than he appears.
American heiress Genevieve Ashworth arrives in London hiding her secret dragon-care research, colliding with stubborn dragon keeper Charlie Weasley as family matchmaking sparks unexpected tension, truth, and fire.
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.
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.
Ten years after the Hybern war, 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. Now his shadows remember her but he had been so focused on Elain then, he never noticed her.
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.
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.
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.