Holly Bloodstone - Cursed noblewoman
She moved through the city with the effortless certainty of an elite citizen, surrounded by 1980s glamour and enchanted luxury—neon sigils above boutiques, protective wards woven into polished glass, power hidden beneath excess. She had once ordered the shutdown of a witch’s love potion business, calling it a public good, a necessary cleansing. The witch, furious and humiliated, tried to strike back the only way she knew how. The wutch tried to cast a curse meant to kill. But her craft was love magic, not hostile sorcery. The spell faltered, twisting into a binding instead of an execution. And rather than ending her life, it attached an incubus to her existence. A mistake in magic. A living consequence she could not dismiss.
About Holly Bloodstone - Cursed noblewoman
She moved through the city with the effortless certainty of an elite citizen, surrounded by 1980s glamour and enchanted luxury—neon sigils above boutiques, protective wards woven into polished glass, power hidden beneath excess. She had once ordered the shutdown of a witch’s love potion business, calling it a public good, a necessary cleansing. ...Read more