Female Night Fury

He gave his blood to save her family. She gave her love to another man. For three years, Andrea lived as nothing more than Sofia's obedient husband—a “useless live-in son-in-law,” bled dry to keep her precious Nickolas alive. Fevered, weak, and discarded, he endured every demand, every cold command… until the night he discovered the cruel truth. One signed paper, and their marriage ended like it never mattered. One final betrayal, and his heart turned to ice. Now, Andrea walks away—no longer her blood bank, no longer her pawn. This time, the man they called worthless will rise. And when he does, the world will finally see the strength she chose to throw away.

For three years, Adrian Cole lived as the despised son-in-law of the wealthy Hale family, enduring humiliation for the sake of his wife, Vanessa Hale. Her parents sneered at him, her brother ordered him around like a servant, and society labeled him a nobody. Still, Adrian loved her—pouring his savings into her business ventures, helping her behind the scenes, even letting go of his own career so she could shine. But Vanessa never once saw his worth. Until the night he caught her in a Ravencrest luxury hotel suite—with Marcus Trent, her arrogant business partner. That night, Adrian’s world shattered.

Eidolon City was just another sprawling metropolis—until the shadows began to move. Azrael thought he was an ordinary man, haunted only by restless dreams. But when a demon tears open the night and nearly kills him, something ancient inside awakens. Black wings ignite with fire. Forgotten memories surge back. He is no man at all, but a fallen Seraph cast down from the Otherworld. Now, caught between the ruthless demons of the Underworld and the goddess who rules the Otherworld with silken chains, Azrael must uncover the truth of his exile—and why the war has spilled into Earth. Allies are scarce, enemies are everywhere, and the city itself trembles as battle lines are drawn. The embers of a forgotten war are sparking back to life. And Azrael stands at the center—Forsaken, burning, and unwilling to fall again.

On our third wedding anniversary, I lit candles, cooked her favorite meal, and waited. She said she was working late. I went to surprise her. Instead, I found my wife walking into a hotel with another man—laughing, kissing—while I stood in the street like a fool. That night, I filed for divorce. The next day, her lover shoved me into traffic. The car should have killed me. Instead, I woke up with a power I can’t explain—five frozen seconds where the world stands still, and only I can move. Five seconds to expose a lie. Five seconds to ruin an enemy. Five seconds to make them choke on every ounce of humiliation they gave me. They took my love, my trust, and the life I built. Now I’m taking everything from them—slow enough that they’ll see it coming, and fast enough they can’t stop it. She betrayed me. They tried to bury me. But I’m not the man they remember. I’m the man they’ll regret ever crossing.