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A Song in Darkness
The veil was never meant to let her through.
Isara has only ever had one purpose—protect her children, no matter the cost. But when the tyrant king hunting them draws too close, she does the unthinkable: crosses the Veil into Aethermire. A land where humans are unwelcome and seldom survive.
But the Veil does more than let her pass. It changes her. A rhythm stirs beneath her skin, a power she does not understand. And in Aethermire, power is dangerous.
Varyth, the High Lord of the Luceren, offers her sanctuary—but not out of kindness. He sees something in her. Something that should not belong to a former human.
He gives her a choice: stay, train, and learn what she is becoming. or leave, and be hunted in a world already set to destroy her.
For her children, Isara stays.
But safety in the fae realm is an illusion. Now an enemy court knows she’s crossed—and they are not content to let her vanish. From the edges of the realm, corrupted beasts slip past wards and walls, carrying twisted magic and hungering for something she doesn’t yet understand.
And the shadows? They are watching.
When she sings to them, they answer.
Isara should not exist. The magic inside her should not be waking.
But it is.
And something, or someone, has been waiting for her to hear the song in the darkness.
The Crown's
Last Guardian
In the gilded palace of Aradellan, loyalty is currency, and secrets bleed.
Crown Prince Thorne Hallowmere knows this better than most—his court is a stage and his crown a trap. After a failed assassination his survival is balanced on a knife’s edge.
Enter Nyric Nightbriar. A war-hardened, stone-faced captain. Appointed as Thorne’s new personal guard, he is everything Thorne hates—strict, silent, immune to charm—and perhaps the only person in the palace more furious about the assignment than Thorne himself.
They are fire and storm.
A prince who uses decadence as armour, and a soldier who refuses to look away. But as politics twist, old wounds fester, and danger circles ever closer, tension turns to friction, and friction threatens to become something else entirely.
When protecting the crown means getting close—too close—what happens when neither man is willing to be the first to fall?
Some people fall in love.
These two fall into war first.
publishing AUGUST 2026
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Held Back
Caspian Vassos has spent eight years perfecting two things: his save percentage and the art of hating Avery Wilder.
Avery Wilder is swagger wrapped in skates—records shattered, crowds screaming, kisses blown like promises he never keeps. Caspian Vassos is ice and fury, the league’s grumpiest goalie, locked in his crease and daring the world to come closer.
Together, they’re hockey’s favorite myth.
Best friends since juniors. Drafted to the same team.
Untouchable chemistry on the ice. Inseparable off it.
The league sells their loyalty like a religion. The media devours the story. Fans call it brotherhood. Devotion. Proof that some things in this league are still sacred.
Except it was never friendship.
It was survival.
Eight years of silence stretched tight between them. Eight years of knowing exactly where the other will be without ever saying it aloud.
What once meant safety now festers beneath resentment and restraint—under locker rooms thick with tension and glances that last a heartbeat too long.
What they don’t plan for is what happens when there’s nowhere left to hide.
When a viral moment forces them back into each other’s orbit, the lines begin to blur. Hatred turns volatile. Desire resurfaces. Control slips.
And when the performance cracks, Avery and Caspian are dragged into something brutal, intimate, and impossible to deny—where every touch is a risk, every look could destroy them, and the one person they swear they hate might be the one they never stopped wanting.
Some storms don't pass. They collide.
About Giselle
Fuelled by equal parts caffeine, chaos, and the shrill screams of characters begging for mercy, Giselle Anastasia writes fiction that bites back.
Her work is inspired by the madness of her mind and a suspicious amount of Red Bull. She believes in love that ruins you, magic that scars, and trauma arcs so intense you’ll need to scream into the void (or a group chat). Because whether it’s cursed fae warriors or emotionally constipated hockey players, suffering is a universal language.
If you’re here for soft romances and happy little elves, run.
If you’re here for shadow-drenched vengeance, feral intimacy, broken men on skates, and emotionally compromised idiots making catastrophic life choices—welcome home.