The Midnight Death Match

The curse didn't end with me. It evolved.

They call me the Huntress. A myth rewritten in blood and bone. The first of my kind. A girl forged by fae fear and human hate. The last thing they expect is for me to survive.

Now I train in the shadows with the father I once feared, each lesson sharpening the power inside me. The hunter's blood burns hotter, faster, clawing toward something I can't name. But my mother left behind a message only I can read—whatever it reveals, someone would kill to keep buried.

Because there's a movement rising. One that wants to erase my bloodline from existence.

I should run. But I'm done running.

Harek stands at my side. He's steadfast, scarred, and far too easy to want. And when another fae steps into the storm, cloaked in secrets and ruin, I realize I'm not just part of the prophecy.

I might be the weapon.

My family is in danger. The city trembles at my name. And the girl I was is already gone.

Because monsters don't just lurk in the dark. Sometimes, we light the match.