Opening Chapter (Excerpt):
The scent of rain clung to the air, thick with the promise of a storm. Lilith stood behind the counter of Moon & Tides, her apothecary tucked between a jazz bar and a fortune teller's parlor in the heart of the French Quarter. The candles flickered unnaturally, their flames dancing as if whispering a warning.
She felt it before she saw him—an energy raw and untamed, like the moment before lightning struck. The shop's bell chimed, and the door swung open, revealing a man dripping with rain, his dark curls plastered to his forehead, his golden eyes glowing in the dim light.
A werewolf.
He smelled of blood and something ancient, something dangerous.
Lilith's pulse quickened, but she didn't move. "You're bleeding on my floor," she said coolly.
The man smirked, then staggered forward, catching himself on the counter. "You're Lilith, right?" His voice was rough, edged with exhaustion.
Her fingers curled against the wood. "Depends who's asking."
"Name's Samuel." His gaze met hers, and for a moment, everything else faded—the rain, the distant jazz, the hum of magic in the air.
Something inside her stirred. The elements whispered.
And for the first time in her life, Lilith felt her fate shift.
Chapter 1
The Awakening
Lilith, a powerful elemental witch, has spent her life hiding her magic, fearing the consequences of exposing her abilities in a city brimming with supernatural politics.
She runs an apothecary in the French Quarter, where she crafts potions and charms, keeping her true powers hidden.
One night, she senses a dark force in the city—something hunting supernatural creatures.
Samuel, a brooding werewolf with a tragic past, the alpha of a fractured pack struggling to survive. He's hunting the same force, but his path collides with Lilith's when he's wounded and stumbles into her shop.
Lilith heals him, but their connection is immediate and unsettling—her magic reacts wildly to his presence.
This confused Lilith, why is her magic wild with him? her heart raced, could it be that her wolf spirit is connected to Samuel?
Could he be her pair bond, but wait I'm a witch I do not have werewolf within me even tho my grandmother was a werewitch I never turned or inherent her power. My mother did speak of having bloodline werewolf blood that can still bond you, could it be?
Lilith looked at this tall dark man that was before her hurt, and wondered if he came here cause he felt the bond.....
Chapter 2
The Rising Storm
As their attraction grows, Lilith and Samuel realize they're at the center of a war brewing in New Orleans between witches, werewolves, and an unknown enemy.
Samuel's pack is being targeted, and witches are disappearing—Lilith's own coven warns her to stay out of it.
Against her better judgment, she helps Samuel investigate, leading them deep into the bayous where they uncover a centuries-old curse that ties their fates together.
The villain—a rogue necromancer named Alaric—wants to harness the power of the moon and elements to gain immortality, and he needs both Lilith and Samuel's blood to complete the ritual.
Chapter 3
The Reckoning
Lilith and Samuel must work together, despite the rising tension between their kinds.
Lilith taps into powers she never knew she had, and Samuel must confront his past to unite the scattered werewolf clans.
In a climactic battle at St. Louis Cemetery, Lilith sacrifices part of her own soul to bind Alaric, but the cost is high—she's dying.
Samuel, desperate to save her, calls on the magic of the moon, breaking an ancient law to merge his life force with hers.
They survive, forever bonded by magic and love.
The air crackled with anticipation as they stood before each other, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, each beat echoing the longing in her soul. His eyes, dark and intense, held her captive, drawing her into their depths.
With a hesitant breath, she reached out, her fingers tracing the contours of his face, the stubble on his cheek rough against her skin. He leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the feel of her hand on his skin.
A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "I've wanted to do this for so long," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.
Her heart skipped a beat as she met his gaze, the unspoken desire mirrored in her own eyes. "Me too," she breathed, her voice barely audible.
His hand reached out, cupping the back of her neck, his thumb caressing her skin. A shiver ran down her spine as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a feather-light touch.
A moan escaped her lips as his lips met hers, the kiss tentative at first, then deepening with each passing moment. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other.
The world faded away as their lips danced together, a symphony of passion and longing. Time stood still as they explored each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
With a shared breath, they broke apart, their eyes meeting in a silent acknowledgment of the moment. A smile touched his lips as he brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.
"I think I'm falling for you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.
Her heart swelled with emotion as she met his gaze, her own feelings mirrored in her eyes. "I think I'm falling for you too," she confessed, her voice filled with warmth.
And in that moment, they knew that something special had begun, a love story that would transcend time and distance.