Dark Constellation

The prophecy has a second verse…
and it names the price.

The ancient voice beneath the academy spoke a warning no living celestial has ever read: the Voidborn must stand at the center of all thirteen and choose. Hold the light, or hold her life. She cannot hold both.

I refuse to choose.

The Obsidian Order is regrouping. The academy is in lockdown. Hundreds of students lie powerless after the weapon fired, and somewhere out there is a place older than every star chart the Council ever filtered: a black volcanic island where the first Voidborn was born and where the truth about the thirteenth constellation is carved in pre-Council stone. If we want to save the dying sky, we have to leave the citadel and find it.

So we run.

Across the Norwegian cliffs. Through the Scottish Highlands with Scorpio hunters tracking my void displacement. Aboard a Wyndham yacht into ancient Capricorn waters where the sea floor still hums with thousand-year-old standing stones. Every prince meets his legacy on the road, and none of them flinches.

Atlas stands between me and his own court when the Scorpio hunters close in — and the prophecy his house has been mistranslating for four centuries finally gets corrected aloud, in front of witnesses who don’t want to believe him.
Phelan grieves the girl his family let die and shares the weight through the bond, his solar warmth burning so bright it silences the stolen frequencies screaming inside me.
Jasper faces his father across a yacht deck and learns that the man who never said the word love has spent years quietly preparing the gauntlet that will make him whole.
Idris meets the mother who sent him away at twelve and discovers she did it to save him — and that the silence I gave him is older and more dangerous than any of us knew.

Four bonds. Four men who would rewrite the sky to keep me breathing. And one night before the storm, on a yacht crossing dark water, I finally say the words I’ve been carrying since the first time each of them chose me.

But Velthara isn’t the sanctuary the old texts promised. The twelve standing stones are crude and ancient and waiting, and the architecture beneath them was designed for a thirteenth I am only just learning to be. When the Order’s vessels appear on the horizon and the cascade begins, the prophecy stops being a riddle.

The price is real… and I am not the only thing that gets remade.

Dark Constellation is a spicy paranormal academy reverse harem romance featuring four celestial bonds at full power, a journey beyond the academy walls, an ancient prophecy with a devastating second verse, and a why choose heroine who finally says the words. Book three in the Nightborn Academy series. Cliffhanger ending. Happily-ever-after guaranteed for the series.

Perfect for readers who love:

• Why choose romance with four fiercely devoted love interests
• Paranormal academy series that scale up into wider worlds
• Ancient standing stones, lost constellations, and pre-Council prophecies
• Each prince finally facing his own family on the page
• A four-bond circuit pushed to its breaking point and beyond
• A heroine who rejects the binary the prophecy hands her
• Steamy explicit scenes with emotional stakes and HEA guaranteed