CHARGED is a dark, thrilling fantasy debut filled with powers, sizzling romance, rivals-to-lovers, and unforgettable characters that will leave you breathless and wanting more. This is the sequel of a trilogy and ends with a massive...

Aetheria War Academy has fallen...

It's towers are ash, it's corridors are silent, and the world Ruel Valore fought to save no longer exists. He lived. Kaidian Lostone lived. Alora Evercrest lived. So many didn't.

But survival is not victory.

Now hidden within the fractured City of Rephsin, Ruel learns the truth he was never meant to uncover. His parents are alive, and they are at the heart of a growing revolution, one rising against Drainers who hunt psionics like animals and bleed entire kingdoms dry to maintain power.

As Drainers prowl through Kogarah, leaving ruin in their wake, Ruel is forced back into the fight. Every step he takes outside of Rephsin is hunted. Every breath he takes is borrowed. And the enemies he faces are no longer confined to shadows.

Because the Fall of Aetheria has awakened something far greater.

The three kingdoms are watching. Old alliances are coming together, and new threats stir just beyond the boarders of war. Ruel was forged by loss, shaped by lies, and tempered by a power that he still doesn't fully understand. If he is to survive what comes next, he will have to decide what he is willing to become.

Because this time, the world is not just trying to kill him. It is preparing for war.

Set in a world of dark academia, telekinesis, and off-the-charts MLM romance, book two of this stunning fantasy trilogy will leave readers burning for more.

• Found Family

• MLM Romance

• Mystery

• Lost Family

• Bound by Fate

• Prophecy

• Exploration

• Horseback Riding

• Immense Power

• ‘I love you…’

Some mothers are forced to bury their children. Others must bury the part of themselves that loved them enough to let them go.

Yarsha Solithas lay there, blood and sweat soaking and staining her once-white sheets. Her tears dried long ago, leaving behind only a raw stinging ache that did not fade. It ran deep beneath her pale skin, beneath her brittle bones, behind her numb muscles, and hid in her ribs, making a home in the hollow place where her heart once beat.

Two long hours of birthing a child into this miserable world would do that to someone.

It wasn’t the fiery pain between her legs that broke her heart though. No, she already accepted that her heart would not beat for much longer. What destroyed her was the choice waiting for her like some inevitable, merciless thing. 

And choices, once made, weren’t forgotten. They festered and spread and grew and turned into something that should have been buried underneath layers of dirt and grime.

Yet, pain and Yarsha had danced before, even here, in the Kingdom of Lorcistle where she hid from the public eye for the past eight-and-a-half months. It fell in step with her during the Resistance, where blood stained the soil of Rephsin and screams of the dying outlived the silence that followed.

But this pain was somehow different.

This wasn’t the pain of losing but rather creating.

Fresh blood reeked in the air of her chamber, wafting into the torches lining the four walls. Damp, stained sheets tangled around her legs, but she didn’t feel it. She didn’t feel much of anything lately.

Someone quietly crossed the room to be at her side. 

Marissa wore white vitalist-robes smeared with blood and streaked with dirt, and a gold amulet of a lion showing his canines pressing against her chest. The amulet represented the Kingdom of Lorcistle, representing its vast wealth and mighty power.

Yarsha sucked in a breath of bloodstained air. She didn’t care about the stupid necklace, she cared about what the woman carried…

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