Legacy of the Hunter

I always thought the worst thing about my life was shoveling manure. Turns out, I was wrong. My mother's dying words reveal a devastating truth: I'm half-fae. Before I can even process this, my stepfather announces he's sold me off to a cruel stranger. So I run. Into the woods, where fae lurk in the shadows, waiting. The only person I trust is Harek, my best friend. Yet even he has been keeping secrets. Can I trust anyone at all? Each step deeper into fae territory brings me closer to the truth about my father, the mysterious fae who abandoned me. He's the key to understanding the strange power awakening inside me-power that sets my palm ablaze with an eerie orange light. But finding him means stepping into a world where halflings like me are hunted and despised, where ancient magic stirs in the darkness, and where every choice could be my last. As the line between friend and foe blurs, and my feelings for Harek turn into something I'm not ready to face, I begin to wonder: What if the truth about who I am is the very thing that destroys me?

The curse didn't end with me. It evolved. They call me the Huntress. A myth rewritten in blood and bone. The first of my kind. A girl forged by fae fear and human hate. The last thing they expect is for me to survive. Now I train in the shadows with the father I once feared, each lesson sharpening the power inside me. The hunter's blood burns hotter, faster, clawing toward something I can't name. But my mother left behind a message only I can read-whatever it reveals, someone would kill to keep buried. Because there's a movement rising. One that wants to erase my bloodline from existence. I should run. But I'm done running. Harek stands at my side. He's steadfast, scarred, and far too easy to want. And when another fae steps into the storm, cloaked in secrets and ruin, I realize I'm not just part of the prophecy. I might be the weapon. My family is in danger. The city trembles at my name. And the girl I was is already gone. Because monsters don't just lurk in the dark. Sometimes, we light the match.