Forbidden Covenants
by @CurlySprintA strategic witch bound by magical law must ally with her reckless, forbidden-magic rival to stop an ancient force draining the world of power. Their journey through cursed forests and ruined cities is a battle of wills, fraught with duels and undeniable chemistry. To survive, they must question everything they were taught—and risk a love that could save their world or shatter it completely.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Summer Blackwood
A 26 year-old witch of the Blackwood Coven, raised with ice in her veins and precision in her magic. With silver-streaked raven hair and eyes the color of a winter storm, she moves with a lethal, calculated grace, her every spell a masterwork of control and ancient law. She smells of frost, old parchment, and the ozone crackle of contained power.
Kaelen Reed
A 35 year-old witch of the outlawed Reed line, all wildfire and defiant grins. Sun-kissed skin is marked with glowing amber tattoos that shift with her mood, and her untamed copper hair crackles with stray magic. She moves like a predator unleashed, smelling of bonfire smoke, damp earth, and wild, forbidden herbs.
Seraphina Vance
Isolde's mother and High Arcanist of the Blackwood Coven, a woman of 48 whose severe beauty is carved from marble and conviction. Her iron-gray hair is bound tightly, her posture flawless in robes of midnight blue. She carries the scent of cold stone, iron, and a faint, lingering trace of myrrh—the smell of sacred things.
Bram 'The Hollow'
The ancient, nameless force haunting the story. It wears the stolen form of a once-great witch hunter, now a gaunt, shifting silhouette that drinks light and sound. Its presence is a vacuum of cold and silence, and it smells of grave soil, static, and the metallic tang of drained magic.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
Conclave of Ice and Fire
The Great Hall of Blackwood Keep smelled of cold stone and dread. Isolde stood rigid beside her mother’s throne, every muscle locked. Then the doors crashed open. Kaelen Reed swaggered in, the air around her shimmering with heat haze, her amber tattoos pulsing. Their eyes met—a winter storm clashing with a wildfire. Isolde’s magic coiled tight in her chest, a sharp, painful frost. When Seraphina named them both as hunters, bound by blood-oath to track the Hollow, the crackle between them wasn't just hatred. It was a live wire, and Isolde felt its burn deep in her gut.
Wildfire in Winter's Keep
The silence of the Blackwood archives was shattered by Kaelen's presence. Isolde watched, hidden in shadow, as the outlaw witch reverently touched scorched pages of a forbidden tome, her defiant posture softening into something like grief. In that unguarded moment, Isolde didn't see a reckless weapon, but a scholar starved for truth. The realization was a crack in her own icy certainty, a vulnerability more intimate than any touch.
Wildfire Tames Ice
In the hidden alcove, surrounded by forbidden maps, Kaelen reached not for a tome but for Isolde's wrist. Her touch was a question. Isolde's composure, the ice she wore as armor, fissured. The surrender wasn't in letting Kaelen lead, but in the raw hunger of her own whisper—a command from the one who never yielded, to be shown the wild, untamed magic she was taught to fear.
Chapter 4
isolde puts her walls back up starts being cold again kaleen tries to make her jealous with other females at the next stop down the road
Chapter 5
seraphine vists kaelen tells her to stay away from her daughter and that the only connection she should focus on is the mission to not ruin her daughter to not falk in love with her kaleen and her bicker back and forth