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The Locket's Ward

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A witch sworn to protect her town must hunt a vampire, until she discovers the intricate silver locket he wears is carved with her own ancestral protective runes. Now, the monster she was sent to destroy may be the only key to saving everything she’s vowed to protect.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Tessa Blackwood

A 24-year-old witch with storm-grey eyes and auburn hair perpetually escaping its practical braid, her hands are calloused from carving protective wards into rowan wood. She moves through the fog-shrouded streets of her coastal town with the wary grace of a hunter, smelling of ozone, dried herbs, and the salt wind. The weight of her family's centuries-old oath is a constant pressure behind her ribs, a duty etched deeper than any of the runes she inscribes.

Rhys Valerius

He appears as a man in his late twenties, with jet-black hair and eyes the color of a winter sea—ancient and impossibly weary. His movements are a study in controlled stillness, his tailored charcoal coat hiding a physique that speaks of both predatory speed and an old, lingering grief. The intricate silver locket he wears is warm against his skin, its protective runes a stark contradiction to the cold immortality he embodies.

Eleanor Vance

Tessa's grandmother and the town's former guardian, a woman in her seventies with silver-white hair and hands mapped with veins and old scars from magical backlash. Her keen blue eyes miss nothing, and she smells perpetually of lavender, strong tea, and the faint, metallic tang of spent power. She moves slowly now, but her presence in the cluttered, book-filled cottage is the bedrock of Tessa's world.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

The Locket in the Fog

The rowan stake was a live wire in Tessa’s hand, her breath clouding in the cold salt air. He stood at the alley’s dead end, a shadow against wet brick, not fleeing. Then the silver glint at his throat caught the misty light. Her own protective sigils stared back at her, carved into the locket resting against his immortal skin. Her pulse hammered, a traitorous drumbeat of confusion, and the hunting oath behind her ribs cracked.

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