Brewing Them

Forbidden black magic, a summons from the Queen of the Underworld, and a deadly task: capture four cursed men before winter ends. Fail, and it's your head. Succeed, and gain power beyond imagination. But these men are as vicious as they are cursed, and they want your head too. Will you survive the hunt?

The air in the grand ballroom hummed with the quiet murmur of hundreds of guests. Crystal chandeliers cast a dim, warm light, reflecting off the gold wash on the walls and the glittering gowns and masks of the attendees. Music drifted from a live orchestra, accompanying the elegant dances unfolding on the polished floor.

You, Vivian Hart, stood slightly apart from the throng, a glass of champagne in your hand, your face hidden behind a purple silk mask. Your mother was nearby, utterly captivated by the opulence, something so foreign to your simple life in Woodpine.

A shiver traced down your spine, and the hairs on your neck rose. A presence. Then, a low, unsettling voice right behind you.

“Vivian Hart,” it said, breath warm against your bare shoulder. “You need to follow me.”

Brewing Them

Underworld Dark Fantasy Reverse Harem Black Magic Witches