Paranormal Romance, Romantasy
Aïdes: The Unseen
Part of the Stories that Stand Alone
A love lost to time. A truth buried in myth. A goddess reborn.
For centuries, the Lord of the Dead has searched for her—his queen, his soul’s twin, scattered across mortal lives and fading memories. She is Irina now, unaware of who she was, haunted by dreams that aren’t dreams, shadowed by gods who remember too much.
But something is waking.
Drawn together by fate, Irina and Graven—Aides, unseen ruler of the Underworld—find each other once more. But to reclaim her full self, Irina must walk through every life she’s lived, every truth she was denied, and confront the oldest lie of all: that she was ever a girl stolen.
From the twisted corridors of memory to the roots of the olive tree where her name was buried, Irina will unearth the keys to her power, her past, and her future. But some gods will stop at nothing to keep her bound—and Aides will burn the world before letting her be taken again.
This time, she chooses.
A mythic love story woven through time and shadow, Aides the Unseen is a lyrical, devastating reclamation of self, agency, and love that endures beyond death.
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Aïdes: The Unseen
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He stood by the edge of the trees, dressed in simple black, his presence impossibly still in a world that moved constantly. He did not belong here. Not among laughing children and honeycakes.
But neither did he look out of place.
He was quiet power. The kind that didn’t have to speak to be obeyed.
His gaze was turned toward the humans below, unreadable. And though the sun shone bright and golden on the hillside, around him the light thinned, just slightly, like it couldn’t quite reach him.
I stepped closer. The grass cushioned my feet, blooming slightly in my wake, trailing violets and small dandelions. He noticed—not my movement, but the change. His head turned just a fraction, as though he’d caught the scent of something he couldn’t name but could not ignore.
I stopped two paces away, heart foolish and fluttering.
“Hello,” I said, sun in my voice. “You’re not from around here.”
His eyes met mine. They were impossibly dark—not cruel, not cold, but ancient. Like they had seen the end of stars and not flinched.
He studied me. His silence was not awkward, but dense, deliberate. Finally, he answered: “No.”
I smiled. “You don’t say much, do you?”
He looked back toward the mortals. “I do, when I’m somewhere I belong.”
I tilted my head, teasing. “Do you belong here, then?”
A pause. Then, softly: “No. But you do.”
He said it like it was a fact carved into the bones of the world.
I came to stand beside him, both of us watching the humans below. Their joy was loud, warm, oblivious. None of them looked toward us.
“They don’t see us,” I said, mostly to myself.
“I’m shielding them,” he replied. “It’s… easier for them. Mortals have never done well under the gaze of gods.”
I turned to face him fully. “You care if they’re afraid?”
His jaw twitched, but not with annoyance. “I care about the weight of fear. It binds too tightly. And I don’t come here to burden.”
“What do you come for?”
He hesitated. Then: “I heard laughter. And I was curious.”
I laughed, soft and light as a petal falling. “So the god of the underworld follows laughter into the sun.”
His expression didn’t change, but there was something—a shift, subtle as the way shadows lengthen in late afternoon.
“I’m not what they call me,” he murmured, and there was an edge beneath the words. “I don’t steal souls. I don’t hunger for death. I keep what is lost. I remember what the world forgets.”
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