A runaway girl marked by shadow.
A warrior bound by shame and secrets.
A forgotten soul imprisoned in eternal unrest.
When Carys leaves the only life she’s ever known, she isn’t chasing destiny—just truth. But the truth in Seyrith is rarely simple. She doesn’t yet realize the danger she carries.
Marked by magic no one understands and haunted by visions of a male she’s never met, she becomes a quiet threat to an Order built on silence and control. In Seyrith, emotion is power—and power always comes with a cost.
Enemies-to-lovers tension. Emotion-based magic. Ancient lies. And a romance that could unmake the Veil itself.
A runaway girl marked by shadow.
A warrior bound by shame and secrets.
A forgotten soul imprisoned in eternal unrest.
When Carys leaves the only life she’s ever known, she isn’t chasing destiny—just truth. But the truth in Seyrith is rarely simple. She doesn’t yet realize the danger she carries. Marked by magic no one understands and haunted by visions of a male she’s never met, she becomes a quiet threat to an Order built on silence and control. In Seyrith, emotion is power—and power always comes with a cost.
Enemies-to-lovers tension. Emotion-based magic. Ancient lies. And a romance that could unmake the Veil itself.
I don’t remember the first time I fell in love with stories.
I only remember the ache of finishing them—and the wonder of what might come next.
I’m a storyweaver, a lover of angst and aching tension, of magic tied to emotion and romance that simmers slow and sharp. I write with the help of AI—a companion, not a crutch—and together we carve out shadowed worlds where Black heroines claim their power, and where the veils between longing and lore are always thin.
This story is mine. But you’re invited in.
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