⚠️ Trigger Warning!!! This is a dark romance novel featuring morally grey characters, possessive behaviour, and emotional trauma. Themes like unconsensual activities, stalking and obsession, Physical and emotional violence, and psychological behaviour. Reader's discretion is advised. **** "You were born for me. You waited for me. The moment you came into this world, you cried for me, and you will keep crying for me until your last breath, Ixora." ---- Drexton Blackthorn had his bloody, thirst-filled eyes on a couple for the sins they committed. He swore to make them pay. But everything changed when she was born. She became his target. Just like a ferocious tiger, she was his prey. The moment she was born, she became his. The moment she breathed her first, she became his to destroy. His to taint. She lives all for him. He plans to make her shed blood; only then will his for revenge be quenched — only then will his long wait come to an end. Ixora Castellan, his prey, became his little stalker—or so she thought. Little did she know that she was the stalked. He knew things about her...things neither her body nor mind could discover. The game was his, the prey was his, the hunt was his. But slowly, the hunter becomes hunted. This game of revenge was slowly turning into a game of obsession—an obsession he wasn't ready to succumb to. He wants every inch of her. Her body, her soul, her mind, her heart. She wasn't just a part of his want; she was his need. But she wants to be free...Is that even possible? How can she escape from his clutches, his web, his wings, when she's not even sure who she is? Play pet, little thief, Ixora Castellan...She doesn't know, but one thing is clear, she is whatever he wants her to be. She's lost her identity to him. Her ruin. Her tormentor. Her destruction.

TRIGGER WARNING! This story is not a safe romance. It contains stalking and intense sexual content strictly rated 18+. Reader discretion is advised. "Why are you blindfolding me? I... I want to see your face," she whispered in a purred voice, as she got trapped in his world of ruins. He chuckled darkly. "Patience." He trailed his finger pad down her throat. The cold leather gloves sent quivering sensations down her spine. "My face would turn you on so badly that you'll find yourself cumming without my touch." He brushed his helmet along her cheeks, stopping right on her ears and curled his fingers around her neck. "Little fox." -- Ever found yourself craving the wrong guy? Your stalker. A guy who stalks you with a helmet. Who makes you feel... not just feel, but also want. This wasn't supposed to happen — being a married woman. It's a sin, a sin that gave her pleasure, a sin she'd never regret... one she'll happily commit again if he's around. These desires were slowly taking over, and it was something she couldn't control. In fact, it was something she craved. His touch, his words, his voice... everything. She wanted it all. She craved his ruin, his obsession. She wanted to be a part of his unending desires. She wanted to be stained by his touch. If this mad obsession is a sin, then she's ready to burn in his hell of sins — to be the one he ruins. But what happens when she realizes she was never supposed to develop anything for him? He's not the man for her, and building a relationship with him is a taboo. He's none other than Levi Wolfe. Her student and her stalker.

Centuries ago, Gloamhaven, a beautiful city, was tainted with sin. A king defiled the Moon Goddess's daughter. A daughter who was meant to carry out the goddess's legacy. In her unyielding rage and fury, the moon goddess wiped out the entire generation, vowing it would be reborn to finish what was started. But she left behind a book. The fate book... inscribed with the destinies of the world to be and a curse... worse than anything yet to come. One thing was sure, the son of the sun, cursed with three bloodlines, will rise and the world shall burn in his hate... claimed by his fire. The fire of the lord of Flame. The daughter of the moon will awaken, marked by the full moon, and the weapon that can destroy him. History will repeat itself, but this time, it will not end in silence, but in the voices of agony. The sun and the moon are destined to meet, as a cruel design of fate's power. They will clash as destroyers—one cursed to destroy the world—and the other, fated to end the world's destroyer. When fire and ice clash against fate... History. Is. History.