⚡ THE FUNERAL OF MY HEART ⚡

Elle | Queen of Smut 💋
May 2
3 min read

"You're Invited to the Funeral of My Heart and Sanity | Hosted by S.P. Woods & Malik’s arms"

Book cover titled "A Mortal Queen" by S.P. Woods. Features lightning, gold leaves, and white ribbons on a marble background. Book 3 in series.

⚡ DEAR SINNERS of the Library of Sin, ⚡It’s time to lower your crowns, lace up your black boots of despair, and prepare to march into emotional annihilation — because A Mortal Queen: Lightning by S.P. Woods has ARRIVED...and it dragged my heart straight into the grave. 👑🖤

(Yes, I’m writing this surrounded by tissues, drinking wine like it’s holy water. 🍷✨ No, I have no shame.)

🖤 The Setup: Death by Choice

From the first bloodstained page, we are thrown back into Kylin’s crumbling kingdom — a savage place where loyalty is a myth, survival is a gamble, and love... love is the deadliest weapon of all.

Faced with an impossible choice, Kylin doesn’t run to Malik. She doesn’t fall into Ranael’s arms. She chooses the icy chains of duty over the burning embrace of love.

And in that brutal moment, S.P. Woods doesn't just break us — she obliterates us. 🩸💔

🖤 The Emotional Annihilation: Smacked by Doubt, Drowned by Heartbreak

“To anyone who has ever faced doubt, it sneaks up on you. It smacks you in the face. It can make things feel impossible...”

No truer words, sinners.Because this book didn’t sneak. It tackled me at full speed, stole my sanity, looted my emotional stability, and left me crying in the dirt. 💀✨

Watching Kylin claw through memories poisoned by loss, betrayal, and broken dreams was delicious, exquisite, soul-crushing torture.

Every whispered confession.Every trembling touch.Every silent scream trapped in her throat.

I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and scream:

"B!TCH, SAY IT! CHOOSE LOVE! RUN TO HIM!" 🧛‍♂️🖤

But instead, I sat there, broken, feral, and absolutely enslaved by every gut-wrenching moment.Because that’s what heartbreak does. It hurts. It scars.

But it also makes you feel terrifyingly, beautifully alive. 🥀

A tattooed man and a woman in medieval attire gaze at each other in a dimly lit, lantern-filled room, creating a romantic mood.

🖤 The Men Who Ruined Me (And I Thanked Them For It)

Malik. Ranael. MY GODS. MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT HYBRIDS. 👑🩸

Malik — the male who sees every scar, every shadow inside Kylin — and loves her even harder for it.

Ranael — whose loyalty could crumble empires and whose quiet devotion slayed me harder than any sword.

Their love is not gentle. It’s brutal. Raw. Unapologetic.They would have BURNED THE WORLD DOWN if she asked.

And yet... she chose the Fae King.

Obligation over desire.Duty over happiness.A crown forged in tears instead of a future built in love.

AND IT BROKE ME. 🔥😭(S.P. Woods, I hope you step on a LEGO and write another book immediately.)

🖤 Page 288: Where My Last Brain Cell Was Laid to Rest

If you aren’t curled up in a corner, ugly sobbing and questioning every life decision by Page 288, congratulations — you might be dead inside. 🧛‍♂️⚡

That moment?

That chapter??

It’s the literary equivalent of getting struck by a lightning bolt of sorrow and asking for another hit.

No survivors. No mercy. Only carnage. 💔

🖤 Final Thoughts: Crowned In Tears, Baptized In Lightning

A Mortal Queen: Lightning is not a story you read. It’s a story you survive. You bleed with it. You rage with it. You crumble and claw your way back from the ashes — changed, burned, but somehow more whole for the pain.