In the shadowed annals of Morrigan Deep, where eternal dusk cloaks the appetites of the undying, the Immortalis stand as paragons of forbidden desire. Theirs is not the fleeting passion of thesapiens, nor the calculated hunger of vampires, but a primal force that fractures souls and binds fates. Theaten, the Vero of refined cruelty, and his Evro Kane, the beast of the Varjoleto wilds, embody this schism: one self civilised, the other raw, yet both compelled to merge in moments of overwhelming need. Primus himself, the Darkness, wrought this duality upon his progeny, ensuring that no Immortalis walks whole without the risk of shattering into savagery.
Yet no entanglement rivals the tempest between Nicolas DeSilva and the third Immoless, Allyra. From their first collision at the Dokeshi Carnival, where she boiled a vampire for sport and he watched from raven form, the pull ignited. Nicolas, fractured genius of Corax Asylum, saw in her not mere tribute but a vessel for his designs. Allyra, bred for sacrifice yet defiant, glimpsed the monster beneath his jester’s garb and chose to dance with it. Their union defies the Ledger’s cold inscriptions, a collision of wills where possession wars with surrender.
Forbidden, yes, for the Immortalis brook no equals, and the Immoless exist to unmake them. Nicolas, with his Chester Evro and legion of selves, sought to chain her through mesmerism, inhibitor, and the subtle erosion of her autonomy. He drugged her from the outset, whispering of protection while reshaping her reality. Allyra resisted, her serpent Orochi stirring within, yet the attraction held. She merged with him, body and blood, knowing each kiss concealed a blade. Their nights blurred intimacy and interrogation, Chester’s flute and Nicolas’s whip alternating in savage rhythm, each peak a temporary truce in the battle for her soul.
The Ledger records it all: the trials in Varjoleto, where Kane tested her mettle; the feasts where she drank possessed noble blood under Anne’s gaze; the spine-cracker’s shadow, Webster’s cruel engine of compliance. Nicolas built a world for her, Corax a labyrinth of his making, yet she slipped its coils, only to return, drawn by the gravity of his fractured light. The pull persists because it must: Immortalis blood demands consummation, and Allyra, sovereign mosaic of demon, wolf, and god, is the forbidden key to Nicolas’s wholeness.
In Morrigan Deep, attraction is no gentle tide but a riptide, dragging predator and prey into the abyss. Nicolas and Allyra, bound by blood and betrayal, exemplify this eternal snare, where love and dominion entwine until neither can tell one from the other.
Immortalis Book One August 2026