LIV Zander

More treacherous than war… are the battles within a heart. Perched between branches and shadows, We watch, we scheme, Fighting for a kingdom forgotten and forlorn. Until we rip her away with our claws, Our prisoner, our pawn, our plaything. She’s innocent and pure, Fragile and helpless… …but oh so guilty by blood. She calls us beasts, Wicked and evil,...

More painful than love... are the secrets that bind and divide us.Adrift in a sky shadowed by war, We seek, we ache, Searching for the woman who fled us.We shattered her heart, but she unfurled her feathers, Our sweetheart, our little dove, Escaping our talons on pure white wings.One of us soars over battlements, Haunted by past mistakes, Vowing never...

Wed him. Bed him. Slit his throat. I killed the king. Crowned myself in his blood, but the curse still festers. To break it, I need Death, on his knees, a ring on his finger, my blade at his throat. The god fights me to the grave, evades my touch, mocks my wanting. He would rather tear himself apart than...

Wed me. Bed me. Slit my throat. Born in dirt, raised in rot, I dig graves for the dead, while the living decay around me. When my brother coughs blood, he appears. A man too polished for the graveyard, with a bargain too cruel for the light: Seduce the King. Become the Queen. Die. And my brother lives. Kael is...