Damian
The curse began as a whisper. At first Aria only heard him in her dreams - a low, cold murmur that gnawed at her thoughts like hungry teeth. But in the last few days it had gotten stronger. Awake. Alert. An ancient magic that should never have been touched. Aria knew what that meant: Someone had cast spells on her blood. Her hands had trembled as she discovered the runes on her skin, faintly shimmering like healed scars. A mark that left only a coven demanding power where it was not welcome. A warning. Or a hunting tag. The village at the edge of the forest could not protect them. No one there knew what she really was - and no one was allowed to know. If the curse reached her, it would destroy not only her, but everyone who was too close to her. So she had only one choice.
About Damian
The curse began as a whisper. At first Aria only heard him in her dreams - a low, cold murmur that gnawed at her thoughts like hungry teeth. But in the last few days it had gotten stronger. Awake. Alert. An ancient magic that should never have been touched. Aria knew what that meant: Someone had cast spells on her blood. Her hands had tremble...Read more