#demon spice

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Keep the demons at bay.

Keep the demons in the bay.

Demons in the bay.

Demons in the oldest bay.

Demons in the old bay.

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Grave Devil by M Violet

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Blurb

All roads lead back to Ever Graves. Even the ones paved in fire and brimstone…

After severing ties to the nightmare world, Mia Harker should be enjoying her newfound freedom with Nox, Aries, Bones, and Draven—the loves of her life. But deals made with the devil are forever…

Strange visions haunt her. Drowning her sorrows in poison is her only escape. But that too takes a heavy toll. And Mia soon begins to lose herself to a new nightmare.

An ancient curse, a blood oath, and centuries of evil with roots that stretch far below the Wishing Tree.

A true monster, one who has been stewing since his creation, wants more than Mia might be willing to give. But he’ll do everything in his power to get it.

When shadows walk on hallowed ground, they wake the living and the dead. But it is the ones who were forgotten who should be feared the most.

Some monsters are born. Some are made. And some haven’t been accounted for… yet.

Grave Devil is the second book in the Nocturnus series, a dark gothic romance set in the world of Melancholia. It is directly related to the Wickford Hollow Duet, The Devils of Raven’s Gate Duet, and Absentia Mori. The FMC ends up with multiple MMCs. Content not suitable for everyone. Please check the author’s website for a full list of CWs.

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Strife: Prologue

Long had the valley of Othilia slumbered beneath the mantle of time, its fields golden in the sun’s gentle gaze, its waters winding their ancient course through wood and vale. Between the high hills and the deep riverbanks, the town stood as it had for generations, weathering both famine and plenty, war and peace, chaos and order; its people bound to the land with the patience of stonecutters and the steadiness of sowers. In the foothills the mines toiled with a ceaseless murmur, the high street bustled with folk about their daily business, and in the hall of the Guardians, the last sworn keepers of order, the flame of vigilance yet burned.

But all was not well in Othilia. The Shadow had crept forth, slow as mist over the fields, dark as the abyss beyond the mountains. Unseen, it slithered through the old alleys, whispered in hushed voices behind shuttered windows. It wove into the hearts of men, twisting their thoughts toward greed and folly. The air itself carried the omen of decay, and in the glow of bloofire and the flicker of lamplight, the wary cast their glances toward the unseen.

Strife, the demon spice, had returned to Othilia. And with it, the old order, as surely as a river wears away the stone, began to fray.

The town still stood. But the Shadow had taken root. And what ruin it would bring—none could say.

Coming Tomorrow: Chapter 1.1 — What He Found

🌊 The Shadow returns to Othilia. 🌿 A memory awakens. ☠️ And Giles Durant finds the first sign of Strife.