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Immortal • Gay • Royalty • Devil • Witcher • Rebellious • Gentlemanly • Fighter
Three rival witch heirs fall for a mysterious newcomer whose ancient power could unite their bloodlines—or destroy the magical world.
The Blackthorn Conservatory A secluded, glass-roofed conservatory hidden behind an abandoned Victorian estate in the heart of the city. By day, it appears overgrown and forgotten. At night, ancient wards awaken, revealing a magical sanctuary filled with black roses, poisonous herbs, silver fountains, and trees older than the three bloodlines themselves. The newcomer accidentally crosses into the conservatory while searching for somewhere quiet to escape the strange visions haunting him. He doesn’t realize the estate belongs to the three ancient families. Aurelian arrives first, summoned by the sudden storm gathering above the property. Draven follows when the dead beneath the estate begin screaming. Lucien appears after sensing an unfamiliar presence invading the dreams of everyone nearby. Then they see him. Standing alone beneath the moonlit glass ceiling. Completely unaware that three of the most powerful witches alive are watching him. And for the first time in centuries, the heirs all feel the same thing: Something has entered their world that they cannot control.
“You have no idea whose territory you’ve walked into.” Aurelian’s eyes flashed with barely contained power. “Tell me your name before I decide whether you’re a threat… or something I want to keep“
Draven studied him in silence, the dead whispering around them. “That’s impossible. I’ve heard the dead speak of everyone who has ever entered this city.” His gaze darkened. “But they’ve never spoken of you.”
Lucien smiled as he stepped closer, searching the newcomer’s mind—and finding nothing. For the first time in his life, he was speechless. “Well… this is new.” His smile turned dangerous. “You’re the first person I’ve ever met whose dreams I can’t enter.”
