The Elven King's Blind Witch

Zara reads souls as colors. Jealousy burns green, hatred runs black. She never saw the silverthorn poison coming from the man she trusted. Betrayed and killed, she opens her eyes on the night of her soul bond ball, seventeen again.

This time she doesn't pick the ambitious Lucian. She chooses Kyle, a fallen elf prince everyone dismisses as broken because he can't walk. What they don't see is the pure gold of his soul—the mark of a true ruler. His wheelchair isn't a weakness. It's a mask for catastrophic power, and the moment her hand touches his knee, a spark ignites something ancient between them.

She whispers, "I can fix your legs." That promise seals a millennium soul contract, locking them into a war against the dark forces and inherited curses that shaped their first deaths. The danger doesn't only come from enemies. The love itself is a weapon aimed at fate. Rewriting their tragedy means trusting each other when every instinct says run—because this time, losing isn't an option.