Trigger Warnings

 I should have known better than to trust the shadows at DarkHallow Academy. Third year was supposed to be my chance to finally fade into obscurity. Difficult when you're the last Nox Siren in existence.

Instead, I find myself branded, bound, and burning from the inside out.

They call it the Midnight Soul Scar. A hazing ritual meant to break exceptional students. But when my scream shattered their spell, something ancient and hungry answered.

Now I'm magically tethered to the three monsters who tried to break me:

 The Blood Court has summoned us, and I can't ignore its call. The Soul Scar constellation beneath my skin grows daily, dark tendrils reaching for my heart.

I have weeks. Maybe less.

The grimoire demands more pages filled with our mingled essence. Blood willingly spilled to protect another. Three empty vessels waiting for sacrifice.

My reluctant allies have become something more dangerous. Something necessary.

Beneath DarkHallow Academy lies an ancient tribunal where monsters once judged their own. Now it will test us all. Three trials. Three sacrifices. A verdict none of us may survive.

We’re watched. We’re hunted. The curse consumes me.

And with every drop of blood we share, the line between enemies and lovers dissolves a little more.

I never wanted their protection. Now I can't survive without it.

 The Infernal Crown burns its mark into me. Ancient, hungry, inevitable.

I have weeks before the Soul Scar reaches my heart. Weeks before the end of the trial that will either make me Sovereign or destroy me completely.

My three bound mates hunt for answers in the darkness of DarkHallow Academy. Our Soul-Whisper has grown beyond emotion into something unbreakable. Something necessary.

The Midnight Spire holds the Sovereign Forge where crowns of power were once created. My last-of-my-kind nature makes me capable of claiming what generations of pure-blooded seekers could not.

Magical boundaries weaken. The Grimoire reveals its final pages.

The crowning ritual requires perfect harmony between my mates. Their essence forges what I must bear. Their bond anchors what I might become.

I never wanted this power. Now, all realms may depend on my claiming it.

The Sovereign awaits her crown.