Broken (Lords of Nightfall #3)

Welcome to Nightfall

In a hidden realm layered just beyond the human veil, chaos is brewing, and its tremors are already echoing through the worlds we know.

Nightfall is one of many planes of existence in the vast, interwoven tapestry of the universe.

It is a land of raw magic and unbreakable laws, a realm where dreams are not just fleeting whispers in the night, but living forces threaded into the minds of sentient beings to shape civilizations, inspire wonders, and birth empires.

But for every dream, there is a nightmare.

And in Nightfall, nightmares take form.

Those who worship the dark are SoulTakers, and like everything else they have a purpose.

But it is the Lords’ duty to ensure the realm is protected at all times.

Balance is sacred.

But where there is wonder, there must be wildness. Where beauty blooms, savagery follows.

To hold it all together, a steady hand is needed.

Unyielding, brutal, wise.

That hand belongs to the Prime—the ruler of Nightfall.

But the old Prime is dead.

Struck down by a devastating ambush from the SoulTakers.

These interdimensional parasites devour dreams, feed on desire, and leech the magic from every realm they touch.

Nightfall is unraveling.

Its magic is flickering.

Its borders thinning.

Its people, frightened and fractured.

With the Prime gone, there is no order.

No shield. No anchor.

Only four Lords remain.

Elemental, ancient, and Demon-born, each rules a dominion of Nightfall with terrifying strength.

Lord Alaric, Air—a cunning shapeshifter with Dragon’s blood and illusions sharp enough to cut.

Lord Kael, Water—ancient, cold, and deep as the oceans he commands.

Lord Thorne, Fire—blazing with rage and passion, feared by all but bowed to by none.

Lord Dagan, Earth—unshakable, dark-winged, bound to stone and storm.

Bound by uneasy alliances and even older rivalries, these four must obey the one law that still holds power.

To rise as Prime, each must claim a fated mate.

But none of them believe in fate. None of them believe in love.

Instead, they plan to cheat the system, to trick the crown, the realm, even the Fates themselves. By finding the softest, most vulnerable hearts in the cosmos—humans—they’ll attempt to forge false bonds strong enough to awaken the Prime’s magic.

It’s a dangerous gamble. But they are Lords of Nightfall. And they don’t lose.

Yet as the SoulTakers draw closer, and the realm’s edges begin to fray, one truth becomes clearer than ever before.

If they fail to unite, if the balance tips too far, if love is only a lie, then Nightfall will be destroyed.

And with it, every world connected to it.

Including ours.