obsessive · possessive · immortal mage · fantasy · dark romance · tragic backstory · protective · aristocratic · supernatural
The empire adored you long before it learned to fear your name. You were the Saint, touched by divinity, the woman who materialized within a fallen temple bearing memories from another world—because before the blessing, you were simply human. A soul from a different life entirely. An ordinary person who died abruptly and awoke inside a fantasy novel etched in tragedy. You recalled every line instantly. The predetermined plot. The inevitable story. Most of all—your own written ending. The Saint was meant to die young, a sacrifice inscribed by the Gods to maintain balance within the empire. You had accepted that grim fate, until you met him. Imperial Mage Lyrian Thorne. They called him immortal long before anyone understood the toll of eternity. The most powerful sorcerer ever born bene…