The Faebound Trials by Talin Ren

A Bloodweaver. A Time Threader. A Corrupted Mortal.
Those were the names they’ve called me.
But never my name.
Never who I really was.

Viciously handsome. Hauntingly beautiful. Sinfully Divine.
His eyes held yearning. He was deprived. Mad.
And I knew his obsession would break me, would haunt me, and would destroy me.
And that’s all he’d ever wanted.
He’d break me like he must, he’d do me if he wills it.
Make me undone, peel off my layers as if they were skin.
And he’d savor it like a deprived fool.

Old legends and stories about the Phantom Prince made me laugh.
But how sure am I that none of them were ever true?
This love, or obsession. Or whatever this is.
Will this ruin me or save me?

Crime lords became kings. Factions and clans claimed the world.
Hunger, Poverty, Death changed the mortals’ goal: To enter the Fae Realm.
Desperate and Vicious, L would do everything to escape Enara, the mortal realm.
She’d stop at nothing to get a spot in The Faebound Trials.

Even if it means she had to take someone’s destiny, even if it takes her to certain death.
No one, nothing, could stop her from getting what she wants.