A Witch in Hiding.

By day, Iris Morvain is a thief, doing whatever it takes to survive with her brother, Lockie, in the shadowed alleys of Blackwater. By night, she risks everything to rescue her own kind—the diseased—from the ruthless reign of a maddened king who hunts them without mercy. When Elizabeth Churchill, the head of the Coven of Darkness, saves not only her life but also that of her people, Iris is thrown into a series of events that will forever change her life.

A Prince with a Secret.

Cyrus Darik. The Prince of Ardesco. The King's Enforcer. He has spent his entire life turning every asset into a weapon, including his annoyingly handsome features. Trained to capture, return, and execute anyone who practices or supports witchcraft, he's the embodiment of the kingdom's regime. But beneath his cold exterior lies a secret that could shatter the very foundations of his father's reign. When Cyrus encounters someone who is the complete opposite of everything he's been taught to fear, his loyalty begins to falter. Drawn to the very magic he's sworn to destroy, he must confront the lies he's lived and the truth he's buried deep within.

A Mentor Falling.

Kaellan Drahlon is a high-ranking warlock for the Coven of Darkness. Haunted by the brutal death of his sister at the hands of the king, he has dedicated his life to one purpose. Vengeance. Kaellan has taken on the role of training new recruits, moulding them into instruments of rebellion against a tyrannical regime. But when he's assigned to train a defiant and powerful witch, Kaellan's path begins to waver. She ignites emotions he believed were long extinguished, but there is one problem stopping them. The Code.

• Enemies-to-lovers

• Slow Burn Romance

• Romantasy

• Close Proximity

• Morally Grey Love Interest

• Fantasy Setting

• Dark / Grim Academia

• Epic Battles

• Magical Creatures

• Witches and Warlocks

• Survival

Irys Morvain last saw blood five years ago when the Blood Hunters and the new ruler seized control over the Kingdom of Ardesco. After they slit the Triad Witches throats in the middle of the night while they slept during the Harvest Moon, the Blood Hunters went on a rampage. A massacre. A genocide. Hunters tore through the streets of each division within Ardesco, caging people and burning them alive if they were diseased or in league with facilitating one.

It was just before sunrise when the Blood Hunters raided the Morvain’s house and slit her father’s throat. Irys watched from underneath the wooden floorboards, holding her younger brother Rai tightly in her arms. She watched as her father’s life faded from his eyes, as his blood dripped through the slitted panels. It was all she could do as the hunters only sneered and left, disappearing into the burning moon.

When Blood Hunters suspected someone of taking part in witchcraft, there was no question of innocence or guilt. No formal trials. No mercy. Once accused of possessing the disease, the witches and warlocks would be forced to strip. The Blood Hunters would bind them from wrist to finger in Hexbinders and throw them into the warded dungeons to await their fate.

That fate had a name. The Harvest Moon. It was a test, the one true judge. As it crested in the sky, bathing the land of Acratia in a cold, silvery light, the Blood Hunters dragged the accused from their cells and took them to the cleansing platforms. They were tied up from their ankles by thick, heavy ropes and, with a strong tug, hoisted into the air, suspended upside down like lambs for slaughter.

Irys only watched. Waited for death to greet the young girl strung up like an old friend…